If there was anything May loved more than working at Sotheby’s, it was cooking with Kurt. She riddled through what that meant as she got her marinated steak in the mini fridge in the corner and returned to the long stainless steel table to start on the peach sweet tea.
With three of her six months until her father retired gone, May felt like she knew everything about the restaurant now. She knew who to contact for medical emergencies. She knew how to train new staff. She knew how to create and introduce a new menu, new drinks, and new entertainment.
“So what do you think about having live bands on the weekends?” she asked as she made peach puree in the food processor.
“At the restaurant?”
“Yeah, remember I asked you about it last night?”
“I’d, uh, fallen asleep by the time that chat c
