She wasn’t late—she hadn’t been late since the first morning—but after coming back upstairs the night before to no trace of Dominic other than the keys to the restaurant, Colby hadn’t slept well. She’d mulled it over the entire time she was cleaning the kitchen. It didn’t seem like a good sign, except that he’d left the keys for her, which indicated a certain level of trust. But even after tossing and turning all night long, Colby was no closer to being able to read Dominic’s mind or predict how he would react to the aftermath of some of the hottest sex Colby had ever had. It was doing a number on her head, and she wasn’t even dealing with the whole same-sex issue. She’d let this whole thing get completely out of hand. Part of Colby wanted to pack up her knives and take the first train back to DC, to throw herself on her ex-boss’s mercy and take back everything she’d yelled at him when he promoted yet another guy over her—but as she hit the top of the stairs and jogged into the quietly bustling morning kitchen, she knew she couldn’t leave without finding out if there was any possibility of a future with Dominic.
