"What's going on is Gabe offered me a job. I'm working as his personal assistant. And you've been gone, and this isn't the sort of thing I'd simply tell you on the phone."
"Why the hell not?"
She rolled her eyes. "Because you'd react just like you are now and you'd be on the first flight home determined to figure it all out."
"When did this happen?" he asked bluntly.
She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "About the time you and Ash left for California. I saw Gabe at the grand opening. He told me to come into his office. Voila. Here I am."
"Just like that," he said skeptically.
His eyes narrowed and he studied her intently as if trying to peel back her skin and see inside her head.
"Gabe was right. Working at La Patisserie was a waste of my education and all the money you spent sending me to college. I was comfortable and maybe a little scared to bust into the real world. This job gives me an opportunity to get my feet wet."
