Chapter 17
Scooter loved private parties. Dockside didn’t get very many, but sometimes summer families would rent out the whole restaurant, which was a food fee, and a rental fee, and staffing fees. And despite all that, it was actually easier to take care of one large group than a dozen smaller groups. Which meant while the Munroe family was downstairs stuffing themselves on crab cakes and boiled shrimp and playing bar games for a rehearsal dinner—the oldest boy, Timothy, was finally getting married to a girl from Ohio, who wanted a beach wedding and was just over the top enthusiastic about everything Sandbridge—Scooter could take a f*****g evening off and breathe.
Not that he did that, particularly well.
The relaxing part, that was. He’d been running flat out for as long as he could r
