Page 19 of Ravish

“Thank you. I could have come out and picked them up.” Jordan had called her yesterday to apologize about not bringing them to her. He’d gotten caught up in court. She’d assured him it was fine.

“Where do you want them?” Damon asked.

“In the kitchen. Follow me.” She pushed aside the sliding door to the small kitchen. “Just put them under the counter, and I’ll take it from there.”

“I’ll go get the rest of the stuff,” Damon said as they walked back into the café.

“Your food was a hit Saturday night.”

“I’m glad.”

“I’d like to know if you’d be willing to take care of the food for the club events?” Max asked.

Lara’s eyes widened. “All your events?” She hadn’t even contemplated this.

“Can we sit down and talk?” He gestured to the small table against the wall.

“Sure.” Lara glanced over at Megan. “Megan, I’m going to talk business with Max. Yell if you need help.” Lara made her way over to the table. Max waited until she sat before he did.

“Before you get worried. We don’t have a lot of parties, but last Saturday showed me that having the food was a good idea.”

“You usually don’t have food?”

“No. We have some snacks, like fruit and veggies, but that’s about it. I like keeping the club clean.”

“I can understand why.” With all the equipment, along with the flooring, it made sense to keep the food to one area.

“But setting up a special corner for food with tables and chairs worked.”

“Why me?”

“Why not?” Max regarded her with is hazel eyes. “Everyone loved the food you brought. It’s easy to prepare and transport. Finger food, Sierra calls it. Makes it easy to eat and not a big mess.”

“How often would you want me to do this?” It could be a big commitment, but she was ready to expand a bit.

“Let’s start with once a month, and we’ll go from there. Would that work for you?”

Damon came in with the bag and joined them at the table. “Did you ask her?”

Max laughed. “Yes.”

“You did say yes, didn’t you, Lara?” Damon’s exuberance was like a little kid’s.

“We haven’t gotten there yet,” Max said.

“Slowpoke,” Damon said, rolling his eyes.

Lara couldn’t suppress a giggle. It was interesting how these two were friends. Max seemed so serious and Damon playful. “I think we can work something out.”

“Great,” Max said.

“I do have a question though.”

“Yes.”

“I want to join the club, but I’m not sure I can afford it.”

“Hot damn,” Damon said.

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