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“What can I do to help?” Dillon asked Kristen when he found her walking out of the kitchen.
“Oh, Dillon, thank God. I thought you weren’t coming,” she breathed. Her dark hair was tied up in a knot-type thing, but her brown eyes scanned the room. She smiled at people, working the room as she talked to him.
“Sorry. I had something to take care of. Where do you need me?”
“Everything is going fast. Too fast. I think Zach and Michele can use some help in the kitchen.”
Dillon nodded and pushed through the doors. Zach and Michele were both scrambling to get things done.
“Where can I help?”
“Plating. We can cook if you can make it all look pretty.”
“Got it,” Dillon said, moving to their finishing station. He enjoyed the fast pace of a restaurant kitchen. He wasn’t nearly the chef Zach wa
