Chapter 25
CARTER MOVED IN HIS apartment and was happily settling into a routine. He didn’t recall a time in his life when he felt he belonged somewhere so much as the restaurant, except maybe fishing with the guys and playing music at the bookstore. Not only did the restaurant need him, but he was good at cooking and running things a bit. Sam had asked him to go for a walk one morning, and Carter was worried he’d done something wrong. Instead, Sam had asked him to come up with a new menu item, and Carter had no problem staying up late nights in the kitchen trying to figure it out.
“I don’t want none of that frou-frou stuff you grew up on. Need normal food. Don’t you show up with a caviar leafy wrap thing,” he recalled Sam saying.
They both laughed.
“The people come in here, been worki
