Chapter 7
“You must be pretty f*****g happy,” Damon said to Chris on an extremely busy Saturday night.
Chris looked up from the restaurant seating chart he’d been surveying. “Oh?”
“Business is insane.” Damon grinned as a couple stepped up to the podium. “Hi, may I help you?”
“How long is the wait?” the man asked.
“No reservation? An hour to an hour and a half,” Damon said.
Chris watched as the couple shook their head and walked away disappointed. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to seat anyone who doesn’t have a reservation. God, should I try and fit more tables in here?”
“I don’t think you can. You can blame your boyfriend.” Damon grinned. “That and the restaurant critic who gave it a stellar rating.”
“I know, what am I complaining about, right?”
“What about Police Chief Swe
