Chapter 20
Andy watched the last customers of the night leave with more than a little relief; it had been an exhausting week, both physically and emotionally, and he just wanted to finish cleaning up and go fall on his face. He gathered their dessert plates and glasses, wiped down the table with a desultory swipe—he was going to wipe them all down again in the morning anyway—and carried the dish bucket back into the kitchen.
“They’re gone,” he told Jason, who had been getting a jump on the lunch prep while he waited for the last group to finally go. “I think Kat’s hiding in Scooter’s office.”
“I traded her in,” Jason agreed. “I need a new model. Something younger. Not so Slavic. Got any prospects for me?”
Andy mock-sighed as he scraped the plates and dropped them into the dishwater. “I
