Adele’s pov

Mike’s kitchen….

“… thanks for your patronage” I said to a customer as he exit the restaurant.

A tired grunt left my mouth and I grimace, when my eyes landed on the table the customer just vacated.

There wasn’t any rush today at the restaurant, but I’m d*mn tired and sleepy.. after all, I haven’t been getting enough sleep since Davis gave me sleepless nights.

I would have loved to stay at home and sleep to my heart content, but that wouldn’t look good.. I might lose my job for that.

My legs groggily moved towards the table, to clear the plates.

“Adele!” Elvis called me.

I lifted...