Chapter 2
Andy was almost, almost tall enough to reach the light fixture while he was standing on one of the long picnic tables in Dockside’s dining room. Almost.
But not quite.
He folded his arms and glared at the shorted-out fixture. It was an easy five-minute fix, as soon as he could get his hands on it, he was pretty sure—there was a similar fixture in Scooter’s private kitchen that had blown just last week, and it had only needed to have a bit of patching on one of the wires.
Their private kitchen, Scooter would correct, but some part of Andy was always going to think of the Dockside diner and the private residence on the second floor as Scooter’s. Especially since there were three rooms that Scooter kept closed. Andy was pretty sure one of them was the master bedroom, the room th
