After the End by Kidwell Alex

Author:Kidwell, Alex [Kidwell, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

“CAN I interest you in a salmon and crab cake with caviar?” Conner was at my elbow, flashing me a smile as he held a tray in front of me. “Or perhaps a fingerling potato and steak bite with truffles?”

I gave the man a look. Conner had been given strict instructions to make sure I didn’t get neglected, and he’d taken to the job with glee, making sure I got tastes and sips of everything that was flying out of the kitchen. “I think we’ve established the rules for the evening, Conner,” I told him sternly, eyes wide as I took in the offerings. “I want everything. Let’s not be bashful. Bring on the truffles.”

Conner laughed, handing me both appetizers and flopping down in the chair next to me. He’d been working the room all night, making sure everyone was fed and happy. “I hate these cocktail focused things,” he complained. “Sit-down meals at least have downtime. My feet are going to hate me tonight.”

Brady was back working, and I’d insisted he not worry about me. Conner seemed to like having someone to come by and talk with every so often, exchanging gossip about the other staff and some of the guests, refilling my glass, and checking that I was never lacking for something delicious. I’d also met the rest of Brady’s crew, one by one, throughout the night.

They were a good group, all of them fiercely loyal to Brady. I could see why; other than the stolen moments with me, he was working just as hard as any of them, ensuring the event went off without a hitch.

“So, am I what you expected?” I asked, almost dying of bliss at the first bite of the crab cake.

“Have to admit, you’re not Brady’s type.” Conner gave me a critical look. “He seems to be more into that high-maintenance gym bunny thing.”

Now this was the good dirt. “Oh really?” I asked, sipping my wine. I’d have to stop after this glass unless I just wanted to fall asleep once I got home. Look out, wild man on the loose—two glasses of wine and I took naps. “Who says I’m not a gym person?”

Conner laughed. Loudly. “Yeah, okay,” he smirked, gathering his tray again. “I’m just so sure you’re on the treadmill every day.”

I thought about being insulted. I was too busy shoveling my food in my mouth, though. “This is all natural,” I told him with an arch look. “And you really should only run if something is chasing you.” Fiddling with my glass, I cut a glance over at Conner, venturing, “How do you know what Brady’s type is?”

Conner hesitated before shrugging. “Because I’m Brady’s type. We used to be a thing, a long, long time ago.”

Oh.

Awkwardly, I just kind of blinked at Conner. He laughed again, patting my shoulder. “God, don’t look so scared. I’m not going to go all crazy ex on you. Seriously, we dated for, like, three months a hundred years ago. We worked for the same catering company.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.