Eloise’s pov“I needed air,” I muttered.She narrowed her eyes. “For thirty minutes?”I shrugged. “Maybe I needed a storm instead.”Sandra didn’t push. She nodded and she started to talk about random things.“What dish do we do next?”“Maybe gnocchi for the weekend crowd,” I said. “You know, the one with the blistered cherry tomatoes?”Sandra perked up. “Ooh, yes! We could top it with that lemon ricotta…”I smiled. It was faint, but real. Sometimes the only peace I got was talking about recipes. Ingredients didn’t judge you. They just became whatever you turned them into.We were mid-discussion when I heard the knock… no, more like a tap, on the kitchen service window. I frowned, walked over, and slid it open.Oscar’s face grinned back at me like he was the headline in a romcom. “Hey, chef.”I blinked. “What the hell are you doing?”He gave a charming smile. “Can’t a man come say hi to his favorite genius?”I rolled my eyes. “You’re really going all in on the charm, huh?”Oscar just
Edward’s povI just wanted to get to the elevator.That was all. Nothing fancy. Just thirty seconds of peace.But the moment I turned the corner, there he was—Oscar Monroe. Grinning like he owned the damn building.“Edward!” he called out, like we were old college buddies and not two guys barely tolerating each other for the sake of a bottom line.I stopped and looked at him for a while before taking in deep breaths.“Oscar,” I acknowledged him.“Just wanted to say—your chefs? Top tier,” he said, clapping his hands together once. “That duck confit at lunch? Blew me away.”I gave him a tight nod. “Glad to hear.”He walked up beside me, clearly not picking up on the fact that I wasn’t in the mood. “Didn’t think you had it in you to pull together something that good. Figured your kitchen would be all form, no flavor.”“Nice to know your standards are so low,” I muttered as I hit the elevator button. Harder than I needed to.Oscar laughed. “You really know how to throw a low jab huh?”“Y
Edward’s povThe door slammed. It was like she had vanished all over again.I didn’t move. I couldn’t move as I stood there in shock.My ears were still ringing from her voice. From the way she said “I loved you too” without turning around. Like it cost her something. Like saying it out loud made it real in a way she didn’t want it to be.I ran a hand down my face.Jesus Christ. What the fuck had I done?I had lost the one good woman in my life and all because I wasn’t man enough to tell her what the true excuse was.I remembered the past.She used to hum when she cooked. Always out of tune, always soft. It hit me now that since she started working here she has not been humming.The worst part? She’d tried. All the time. She brought me coffee when I forgot to eat. She ironed my clothes and she even helped me set my entire life straight. And what did I pay her with?Distance. Excuses. Charlotte.I closed my eyes.It wasn’t even about Charlotte anymore. This was about me and what I had
Edward’s pov“I didn’t know how to be close to someone who actually saw me,” I said. “Charlotte saw the polished version. The headlines. You? You saw the whole mess. And I didn’t know what to do with that kind of grace.”I sighed and looked at my hands. “Every damn day. I thought about how you’d hum when you cooked. How you wore those oversized hoodies around the apartment. How you asked me once if I ever cried as a kid.”She flinched. “Work didn’t erase you. It just… muted everything else,” she admitted. “I kept throwing myself into meetings and projects because it was easier than going home to someone I felt so unworthy of.”The words fell out faster now. Like they’d been dying to get out.“I wasn’t some heartless bastard you know and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I was fucking terrified. Of loving you. Of losing you. Of needing you too much. And yeah, I screwed up. I pushed you away. But I never, never cheated on you.”Eloise really looked at me then. Her arms dropp
Eloise’s povSilence smothered the room. I sat on a couch and crossed my arms tightly, over my chest. My skin still tingled where he’d held me. “Look; I have no idea what we are but seeing you with him…”I had to stop him right there because I didn’t like where this was going.“There is no ‘him,’ Edward.”“Still,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It made something snap within me.”I swallowed hard. “You don’t trust me to hold myself when men talk to me.”“I do,” he swore, but before I could say anything, he spoke again. “Not that. Not entirely. It’s… I kept doing this because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Stay away from you and keep you safe.” He inhaled deeply then blew it out all at once like a balloon pop.“But then… You were there, with someone else, and I realized I…” His eyes snapped up to mine and the distance between us disappeared completely.I didn’t say anything.He kept talking, softer now. “I know I don’t have the right. I know I walked away. And I k
Eloise’s povThe moment I stepped back into the kitchen, I released a quiet breath—not quite a sigh but a heavy one. Whatever that Oscar guy had been doing out there—clapping like he was at some circus performance—none of it had reached me. I didn’t have the time or the energy for it. Plates to plate. Orders to finish. Mouths to feed. I had a lot of work to do. And little time for compliments.I rolled my shoulders beneath my jacket, swiped the back of my hand across my forehead with a practiced move, and presented one last grin for good measure as I handed over plates to one of the runners.“Table twelve wants to speak to the chef,” someone called from the side.I put down my towel and wiped my hands. “I’m coming!” I called and stepped out into the dining room for a moment.A couple seated by the window smiled warmly as I passed. “Sorry,” the woman called out, half-leaning in my direction. “That mushroom risotto? It may have just ruined all other mushroom risottos for me.”I laughed