Almost a week later, Teagan wiped his hands on his towel and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.” They were twenty minutes away from finishing breakfast service, and there were no orders.
“Yep,” Gordon said, wiping the counter.
Gwen had asked him to come see her when he had a minute, and he had about five right now. He walked over to her open office door and knocked as he said, “You wanted to see me?”
She looked up from the long piece of paper she taped together every week to make their schedule. Pure exhaustion lived in her expression, and Teagan’s idea to take her to lunch withered instantly. She needed to go home and take a nap—not that he’d ever tell her that.
“Come in,” she said. “And close the door behind you.”
Teagan did as she said, his pulse bouncing in anticipation of what this
