Page 33 of Five Days to Be Mine
I disappear into the gleaming kitchen.
My front of house manager, Dawn Keats, is sitting at the table with my head chef, Blake Crane, going over the bookings for this week.
“Is that woman gone?” Blake asks.
“Nevie? Yes, and she’s great.”
Blake snorts, his tattooed arms gleaming under his black shirt. “She has emailed me sixteen times about the eggs. I get it, no eggs!”
“She wants everything to be right, just like any other guest.” I smile. He glares at me, and I laugh.
“I came for a mop. Steff is here,” I say, heading into the supply closet.
“I got it, Evan.” Chantel appears from the pantry and takes the mop out of my hands.
“Thanks.”
“I like Steff, I wonder how many cats she’s up to now.” Dawn sweeps by me.
I grab myself a cup of coffee from the machine and take a seat beside Dawn.
“How’s it looking?”
“Fine. We had a cancellation for Thursday, so I’m about to make someone’s day.” Dawn pulls up the waiting list.
I kind of hate Nevie’s suggestion of trying again but I know that’s my ego talking. I usually have women throw themselves at me. But there isn’t anything I won’t do for Mara.
“Hold off on that. How many seats is the cancellation for?”
“Two. Why?” She narrows her gaze at me.
I flash her a smile. “Those might be comps. I’ll let you know.”
“Evan, I want to get this set today.”
Dawn is highly efficient and leaps ahead of me.
She hates it when I mess with her organization, but what’s the point of being an owner if you can’t take advantage now and then?
“I know. It’ll be fine.” I stand. Dawn glares at me. Blake laughs.
I dial Wilson’s Superb Floral Designs and hold my breath, counting the rings in my head as I make my way out of the kitchen.
Steff is measuring the middle row and Chantel is helping her.
I take a seat on one of the spanking benches
“Hello? Hold on a moment!” A high-pitched voice answers me.
“Who is speaking?” I ask.
“Um, it’s Jenny. I don’t know what’s going on either, okay? Our suppliers stopped sending deliveries, no I don't know where the owners are and I can't help you. Bye!”
“Wait! You’re the person I wanted to speak to.”
“Who’s this?”
“Evan Brennon, owner of Sinful Bites.”
