By the time I got out of work, my brain felt scrambled. Between Mr Knight acting like a walking thundercloud and Daniel being impossibly sweet, I needed air.
Actually, I needed a reset. Preferably one that involved zero billionaires, zero confusing feelings, and maximum carbs.
So the moment I entered our apartment, Katie practically tackled me.
"There she is! My emotionally battered little chef!" she declared, dragging me inside before I could even take off my shoes.
I yelped as she shoved me onto the couch, and then Tessa tossed a cushion at my head the moment I landed.
"That's for not texting us all day," Tessa said, crossing her arms dramatically. "Katie thought you died. I thought you eloped."
"Eloped?!" I burst into laughter. "With who? A frying pan?!"
"With your boss, maybe," she teased.
I threw the cushion back at her. "Oh god, please no. Absolutely not. Never. I'd rather elope with a toaster."
