Recipe for Sabotage

Stella

I’m in the middle of dressing in a rush to go and meet Mr. Mercer and the health inspector at the restaurant. My hands are trembling as I try to button up my shirt, and I’m cursing under my breath when I hear the shower turn off in the other room.

A few moments later, Vance steps out into the bedroom. His hair is damp, and a white towel is slung around his waist.

“I have to say, your showe