Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Can I take my break at eight tonight?” Tracy asked, coming over to Adam’s station. “I’ll make sure Taylor can cover for me if we’re busy, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem. I checked the reservations, and we only have three at eight and one at eight-fifteen.”
“Go for it.” Adam really trusted the kid. “What happens at eight?”
“Madigan and Abel are having dinner here,” Tracy responded with a smile. “They’re bringing three friends from the East Coast, so I’m gonna meet them.”
That was interesting.
“I take it this is a kinky thing?” Adam guessed. “Just be careful. I will call your mom if I think you’re taking too many risks.”
I snorted under my breath.
Tracy laughed. “Um, thanks? But I’m a grown man, and I’m not sure you know what kink means.”
“I know my own brothers,” Adam retorted, referring to Alex and Jameson. “If it weren’t for Madigan being there, I woulda sent in a rescue party for you and Abel.”
I rolled my eyes. Good thing he was mostly joking.
The lull in the service that occurred before eight o’clock worked for me too. Adam and I could both take our breaks, and he went into the kitchen while I ate my meal behind the bar. Where I could spy on Tracy joining Madigan and Abel.
Madigan and I got to exchange a few words too, when he ordered drinks at the bar.
“So who are the mystery friends from the East Coast?” I asked, biting into my burger.
Someone Tracy might play with?
“Tardy is what they are.” He checked his watch. “They were just gonna get settled at the inn…” He shrugged it off and returned his attention to me. “They’re friends from DC—the Little and Abel got involved in kink together back in the day. You’ll meet them on Saturday. Colt’s a riot. You’ll like him. He’s a primal Daddy like you—Sadist, too. Lucas is also a Daddy, and Kit’s the li’l brat.”
So, not someone Tracy might play with?
“Are they a closed triad?” I pressed.
I was a fucking dumbass.
Madigan smirked. “Why, you interested, buddy?”
I threw him a look and chewed my food.
“Yeah, they’re closed,” he chuckled.
Okay. Cool.
Good.
“How long’s your break?” he asked next. “I’d be happy to introduce you now—when they show up.”
No, Saturday was better. “I can’t really leave the grill. I’ll just be over here studying Tracy in the wild.”
That was honest enough.
Madigan lifted his brows before a lazy smile took over. “I’ll be damned. Abel’s rooting for you two.”
Was he, now? So Tracy had talked about me.
Damn if that didn’t make me feel good.
As if sensing my watching him, Tracy looked over from where he and Abel were sitting, and he smiled carefully. He was a bit surprised too. It was usually me catching him staring.
I smiled back, and the reward was instant. He looked so relieved, and his smile widened.
The East Coast kinksters arrived a beat later, distracting Madigan and Abel—and Tracy too. Abel handled introductions, and I watched Tracy and—Kit, was it? They shook hands and fell into immediate chatting with Abel. Madigan and the two other Doms were all smiles too.
Alessia came out from the kitchen, presumably to make sure everything was running smoothly, and she spoke to the servers.
Soon enough, the kinky crowd got seated, and Tracy and Abel appeared to want to handle the orders. Tracy talked quietly to Aurora, one of our servers, who skipped their table. For now, at least. Tracy had about twenty minutes left on his break.
Which…wouldn’t be spent eating if he was going to play server to everyone.
First, he went over to the hostess desk to grab tablets for everyone. Second, he came over to the bar to fill a drink order.
“Hi, Chef,” he said happily. “I already like Kit! I hope they visit a lot. But Colt seems scary. Kinda like you.”
I chuckled under my breath, having heard that before.
“Don’t forget to eat, kid.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “I already explained to them that I’m gonna grab my food right away.”
That was good.
“Want me to fix you up a burger or somethin’?” I asked.
He paused filling a beer, and he chewed on his lip. “You’d do that for me?”
What?
It was a burger, not a kidney.
“You gotta eat,” I pointed out. Screw it, I’d get started right away. I slid off my stool and plated whatever was left from my own burger for later. “No pickles, right?”
“Right.” He stared at me while I threw a patty on the grill and grabbed a bun. “Thank you, Sir.”
When he had all the drinks for the East Coast visitors—and himself—he went back to their table. And when I glanced at them over my shoulder, I saw Tracy was whispering something to Abel, which caused the boy to look my way.
Now what?
Abel beamed.
I furrowed my brow and looked back to the grill again.
Damn brats.
Coho had enough loyal fans who enjoyed a late dinner to always fill our last service. Things got busy at nine o’clock, and Adam and I lost the next hour by the grill. Burgers to perfection, always at medium, with melted cheese, freshly made buns, crisp lettuce, caramelized onions, and Adam’s Coho dressing. At least, that was his signature burger. We had mastered steaks and brisket too, not to mention the catch of the day for me, served like fish and chips with our own twist. Lightly breaded and seared, plenty of melted butter and lemon drizzled on top, roasted potatoes, in a basket with fake newspaper wrapping. Three dipping sauces.