I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to hang around. I got halfway to my bike and sighed. I went the rest of the way and tossed my jacket over the seat, then turned and went back to the reception.
I asked Jack where things went as I saw him flying across the yard.
“There’s a storage room in the back room. Opposite Kiki’s office. Go in the back door and it’s on your right. Follow those guys.”
I nodded and jumped in to help. I carried stacks of chairs. I rolled tables inside. I even loaded liquor bottles into a locked room when Jack produced a key.
After an hour or so of helping, one of the guys asked who I was.
“Sawyer. I’m the photographer.”
He looked me up and down, his dark eyebrows tugging together in a questioning look. “You’re the new guy? Are you screwing the boss, too?”
