Page 100 of Holiday on the Rocks
She motioned for us to follow her through a door.
“It’s been a catering day from hell.”
The kitchen was small with a long stainless-steel counter, two large stoves, and three refrigerators.
“Something happened after I closed up yesterday and both freezers quit working. That’s where a majority of Emily’s items were.”
I stepped forward. “What can I do to help?”
Lexi sighed. “Kiss ass.”
“Well, the café next door let me put some trays in their freezer, but there’s no more room.” She pointed to several boxes on the counter. “If I don’t find a freezer to store these for the next hour or so until we have access to the reception kitchen, we’re screwed.”
Kristina nodded. “Is there anywhere else on the block we can ask about freezer space?”
She shrugged. “Well, there’s a guy who rents apartment seventeen above us. I don’t really know him, but he seems okay.”
This was my chance to be a superhero and solve the day’s problems. “I can go ask him. Just a few hours, right?”
“Yes, even one hour would be amazing.” She beamed up at me. “I’ve just started this business and the last thing I need is a wedding debacle to ruin it.”
I grabbed two boxes and Allie took the other. Her ocean eyes twinkled as she looked up at me.
As if sensing something, Lexi jumped between us. “Let’s go.”
We climbed a flight of stairs and Rachel knocked on the door as she adjusted her boobs. “This is for Emily. I’m pulling out the big guns.”
Allie elbowed her in the arm. “Big guns?”
“Okay, a strong set of mediocre guns, but I’m in it to win it.”
The door cracked open, and I could see one eyeball looking out at us.
“What?”
I cleared my throat. “Hello, sir. I’m Levi Dawson and these are some friends of mine.”
Rachel mumbled. “Playing fast and loose with the friend thing.”
“You’re not the cops?”
“Uh, no. Not the cops.” This was taking an odd turn. “We have a friend getting married tomorrow and the caterer downstairs had a freezer issue. We wanted to see if there’s any way we could store these little boxes in your freezer for an hour?”
The door cracked open further to show that this man was in need of a comb. His light brown hair was shaggy and shot out in every direction. “You want to store wedding food in my freezer?”
“Just for an hour.” I developed a quick incentive. “And I’ll give you one hundred dollars for helping us out.”
Rachel nodded. “That’s a good idea, Levi. I’ll pitch in twenty-five.”
Finally, I had a thought that didn’t make Rachel want to stab me. Score.
The door opened further to show our new friend wore a green SpongeBob sweatshirt that appeared to be in need of a spin around the wash cycle while his brown eyes darted about.
“You want to put wedding food in my freezer?”
Allie flashed her amazing smile that made my heart do a dirty tango. “Yes, please.”
His hands went through his hair. “Uh, I don’t know about this.”
