Page 68 of The Other Side
I rolled my eyes. And then I wondered how many similar jokes Chance had previously had to deal with over the course of his life. I’d have to ask him.
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to make a decision, or you’ll both get hurt.”
“I think we’ll both get hurt regardless of what I decide,” I said soberly, pausing next to Lenny.
He looked at me with his soft eyes, having transitioned into grandfather mode. “Give him a shot. He’s smitten with you. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could be fired, have my heart broken, break his heart, ruin both our lives—”
“Violet,” he stopped me.
I glared at him, but there was no real malice behind the gesture, only indignance.
“You float around this place like just another ghost haunting the grounds. You’re so young, you have your whole life ahead of you. Live it. Or you’ll regret it.”
“Yes, chef,” I said softly, giving Lenny my customary salute. “Thank you, chef.”
“Goodnight, Violet.”
