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“They’re good help. And the customers like them. It’s kind of funny the way they are.”
“How do you mean?” Andrew fed me another bite of cake before starting on his steak Diane.
I chewed slowly and swallowed, taking a sip of lemonade. I made a face. “Ugh. Cake and lemonadedo notgo together.”
He laughed. “I’ll admit milk is better.”
I sat up straight and gripped his thigh. “You’re a genius.” I said, and his eyes rounded in confusion. “Milk. I should serve milk too.”
His smile broadened. “That’s a great idea. You can test it out, see how it goes.”
I kissed his cheek, and he blinked at me in shock. “Thank you.” I relaxed back into the bench. “I’m going to talk to Muriella and Gemma about gluten-free and vegan options too.”
He took a bite of steak and tilted his head in consideration. “I think Marlow went through a phase of one of those. Maybe both. Why don’t you talk to her?”
“You don’t think she’d mind?” I asked hopefully. It made me uncomfortable thinking about inconveniencing her, but I could use a place to start besides the internet.
“Not at all.”
“That will give me the perfect excuse to call her.” I bounced my knee a couple of times. “How’s it coming with your client buying up all the property?”
“I hate to say this, but I’ve really outdone myself so far with this batch.” His chest puffed up, and I smiled.
“Proud of yourself?”
“Yeah. It’s been a lot of work. More than I’ve taken on at one time. Problem is, my client is going to expect this from here on out,” he said wryly.
“You only have yourself to blame,” I said.
Andrew sighed heavily. “I was going to see if you would have dinner tonight, but I’m so close to getting this first group finished out—”
“We’ll celebrate when you’ve got it all done,” I said.
I couldn’t recall ever seeing anyone look happier. “It’s a date.”
“Definitely.”
“Triiiish.”
I turned at the sound of Sonya’s harried voice. “Guess I’d better get back to it.”
“Don’t want them to burn your truck down,” he teased.
“Thanks for the break. I think I can make it through the rest of the afternoon now.”
“Then my job here is done.”
My cheeks hurtfrom smiling so hard as I went back to the truck.
“What happened?” I asked, looking from Drew to Sonya.
“Heatethe last piece of chocolate cake,” Sonya said with disgust.
“Then you’ll have to be the one to deal with Mr. Hardaway,” I said to Drew.
“But it was mine,” Sonya said, her lower lip poking out.
“Stop pouting,” Drew growled.
