Chapter Four
Millie
Freezing to death as I took inventory inside the walk-in freezer, I jotted down the amounts of everything on a small notepad. The groceries had to be ordered before five, or they wouldn’t be here on Monday, and then we’d have real problems. Not that the manager cared a lick.
Rory had been hired by his uncle, who owned the diner. As far as he was concerned, he was Shiner royalty and acted as such. He’d been due in at noon, but it was nearly three and he’d yet to show up.
Emerging from the cold, I shivered, closing the heavy door behind me. “Brrrr.”
“I’ve got a coat hanging on the hook over there, Millie,” Freddie said. “You should really wear one whenever you’ve got to be in there for any length of time.”
“I was hot anyway.” The whole crazy argument with the RV guy
