In the Distance by Eileen Griffin & Nikka Michaels

Author:Eileen Griffin & Nikka Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Trevor

Saturday Morning

“Next week, I’ve got you scheduled for two morning appearances, Good Morning, Seattle and Wake Up, Northwest.”

“Wow. My mom is going to flip.” Natalie grinned at me as she tied her apron around her waist. She and her sous-chef had almost finished their prep for the charity brunch Chef Boulanger had arranged.

I nudged Natalie. “Are you ready to be a star, Nat?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she cackled.

“Turning it on a bit thick now, Mr. Manager.”

“That’s what you pay me the big bucks for.”

“I haven’t paid you yet.”

“You will, when your face is all over FoodTV.”

The look of pride on her face was so incredible to see. It was so fucking refreshing to work with someone who was eager but still green enough to appreciate the wonder of the entertainment business. Jamie had been excited at first, but when the novelty had worn off it had been just another paycheck to him. I looked over her station and asked, “You’re set with everything, right?”

Natalie rolled her eyes as she and her sous-chef moved in the controlled anarchy that existed in all commercial kitchens. She gestured with her knife as she chopped and diced veggies. “Yes, Dad. I know you’re my manager, but I promise I’ve got this.”

“I resent that. I’m not nearly old enough to be your dad.”

She eyed me up and down and snorted. “I’ll take your word on that. But, I’ve got it, Trevor. You sent me the rundown last week, then prepped me on the phone. Now you’re just hovering.”

“You pay me a percentage to hover.”

She smirked. “Too much.”

“Not enough,” I countered.

Just then, the kitchen doors swung open and a waiter in the school’s uniform of black shirt and black pants pushed through. I stared in shock at the one person I’d been jonesing to see again since I left his place last night.

“Hey, Tyler. Loving the ‘men in black’ look,” Natalie teased when he was almost to her prep station.

The second he scanned her station, taking in her sous-chef, and then me, his smile faltered.

He turned back to Natalie, his smile forced this time. “Thanks. I’m more comfortable in my chef whites, but Chef Kitterick is pretty strict when it comes to the dress code of his waitstaff.”

Waiter? Not sous-chef? When had Tyler started working at the school as a waiter? And how in the hell did he even find time to wait tables between his classes, and his job—the one I actually knew about—and volunteering? We’d been together for hours last night, and not once did the subject of ‘Oh, hey, Trev. I need to tell you something. Remember when I said I was kind of busy this weekend? Yeah, about that. See, I’m waiting tables this weekend at the school’s restaurant.’ Maybe I had misread things, but admitting you were working as a waiter was a helluva lot easier to tell someone than anything else we’d talked about last night. And from the look on his face, this wasn’t just an ‘Oops, it slipped my mind’ thing.

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