Chapter Thirty-Seven
"Man, that was a brutal dinner service." Aidan sat on a chair in front of Kate, who was busy counting the tills. "How much did we take?" She handed him the End of Day report in the form of a till receipt. He whistled. "That much? I guess we did have a blinding lunch and dinner service. You know this isn't far off our old daily takings."
With a bundle of twenties in her hand, Kate started counting them, flicking through four, and wrapping the fifth around them on each batch of a hundred. "I'm counting here, love. Give me ten minutes and I'll be with you."
Pulling himself up, Aidan went over to the bar, poured himself a lager from the tap.
Francesca and Benjamin finished setting the tables up for lunch service the next day. "We'll be going now. Everything's ready for
