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her.
Sage tapped her on the arm. “Why don’t you let me do that?”
Lucky closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay. Maybe you better. I just might put this mop through the front window.” She passed the handle of the mop to him.
“Did I hear right? Jack agrees my menu is dull?” he asked quietly.
Lucky turned to face him. “Your menu is not dull. I meant what I said to Nanette. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this restaurant.”
“You told her that?”
“Yes. And I told her a few more things too. I told her she was hired to wait on tables, not to offer her opinion about food or anything else for that matter.”
“Good,” Sage replied. “Lucky, can you pull those tables away from the wall? I’ll mop there and then we can push them back.”
“Sure,” she replied. “Don’t worry about Nanette,” she said as she dragged the first table to the center of the room. Sage quickly mopped the area and continued on to the other side of the room. Marjorie, still sitting at the counter, clutching her purse, lifted her feet as Sage moved past. “You just let me know if she even looks at you cross-eyed.”
“Well, it sure sounded like Jack agrees with her.”
Lucky dragged the table back to its place. “Jack couldn’t care less what design is on the aprons, to tell you the truth. He’s just smitten.”
“I’ll say,” Sage chuckled.
“It’s pathetic really.”
“What is?” Sage asked. He had reached the far side of the room near the door to the corridor.
“The way men go all gooey when she’s around. What is it about her they find attractive? Do you find her attractive?”
Sage shook his head. “Me? No. She’s not my type. Plus I’m in love with my wife. I don’t even see other women.” Sage had already managed to work his way halfway across the room with the mop.
“That’s so sweet, Sage. You’re both so lucky to have each other.”
He smiled. “I agree. And as far as men finding Nanette attractive, I guess it must be—”
“Her tits,” Marjorie finished.
The mop slipped out of Sage’s hand and clattered to the floor.
Chapter 15
T HE DOOR FLEW open with a bang and four people, three women and a man, entered the restaurant. Two other men in work clothes stood outside on the sidewalk. Lucky was sure this had to be the author’s entourage. They were all dressed to kill in very expensive black outfits.
“Can I help you?” Lucky asked.
“Is this . . . is this the soup shop?” a tall blonde woman asked.
“Yes,” Lucky responded.
She sniffed audibly. “I don’t think this will do at all!”
“Excuse me?” Lucky asked.
Marjorie sat up straight at the counter and stared at the four strangers.
“I said,” the blonde replied haughtily, “this just won’t do. We were promised a large venue. Not a . . . soup restaurant.”
“I see.” Lucky sighed. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to cancel the event, but we’ve closed early and Ms. Stone’s assistant has signed a rental agreement for the evening.”
Another woman dressed in a black cocktail dress with platinum blonde hair began to laugh. “This is just
perfect
,” she screamed.
“Hush, Sylvia,” the portly man ordered. “Behave yourself.” He stepped forward and extended a hand to Lucky. “I’m Derek Stone. I’m Hilary’s son. And this is my . . .” He turned to the blonde with the shrill voice. “My wife, Sylvia.”
“Lucky Jamieson.” Lucky returned his handshake.
“At the risk of sounding rude, we
were
promised a very large space . . . and certainly not a restaurant. I don’t know how appropriate this would be for what we have planned. Phoebe!” he shouted.
A thin woman, with dark hair pulled back tightly from her face, stepped forward. She also wore heels and a black pants suit, like the tall blonde woman. “Yes, Derek?”
“Did you know about this?” He waved his arm around the room then turned to Lucky. “Don’t get me wrong,
Sage tapped her on the arm. “Why don’t you let me do that?”
Lucky closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay. Maybe you better. I just might put this mop through the front window.” She passed the handle of the mop to him.
“Did I hear right? Jack agrees my menu is dull?” he asked quietly.
Lucky turned to face him. “Your menu is not dull. I meant what I said to Nanette. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this restaurant.”
“You told her that?”
“Yes. And I told her a few more things too. I told her she was hired to wait on tables, not to offer her opinion about food or anything else for that matter.”
“Good,” Sage replied. “Lucky, can you pull those tables away from the wall? I’ll mop there and then we can push them back.”
“Sure,” she replied. “Don’t worry about Nanette,” she said as she dragged the first table to the center of the room. Sage quickly mopped the area and continued on to the other side of the room. Marjorie, still sitting at the counter, clutching her purse, lifted her feet as Sage moved past. “You just let me know if she even looks at you cross-eyed.”
“Well, it sure sounded like Jack agrees with her.”
Lucky dragged the table back to its place. “Jack couldn’t care less what design is on the aprons, to tell you the truth. He’s just smitten.”
“I’ll say,” Sage chuckled.
“It’s pathetic really.”
“What is?” Sage asked. He had reached the far side of the room near the door to the corridor.
“The way men go all gooey when she’s around. What is it about her they find attractive? Do you find her attractive?”
Sage shook his head. “Me? No. She’s not my type. Plus I’m in love with my wife. I don’t even see other women.” Sage had already managed to work his way halfway across the room with the mop.
“That’s so sweet, Sage. You’re both so lucky to have each other.”
He smiled. “I agree. And as far as men finding Nanette attractive, I guess it must be—”
“Her tits,” Marjorie finished.
The mop slipped out of Sage’s hand and clattered to the floor.
Chapter 15
T HE DOOR FLEW open with a bang and four people, three women and a man, entered the restaurant. Two other men in work clothes stood outside on the sidewalk. Lucky was sure this had to be the author’s entourage. They were all dressed to kill in very expensive black outfits.
“Can I help you?” Lucky asked.
“Is this . . . is this the soup shop?” a tall blonde woman asked.
“Yes,” Lucky responded.
She sniffed audibly. “I don’t think this will do at all!”
“Excuse me?” Lucky asked.
Marjorie sat up straight at the counter and stared at the four strangers.
“I said,” the blonde replied haughtily, “this just won’t do. We were promised a large venue. Not a . . . soup restaurant.”
“I see.” Lucky sighed. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to cancel the event, but we’ve closed early and Ms. Stone’s assistant has signed a rental agreement for the evening.”
Another woman dressed in a black cocktail dress with platinum blonde hair began to laugh. “This is just
perfect
,” she screamed.
“Hush, Sylvia,” the portly man ordered. “Behave yourself.” He stepped forward and extended a hand to Lucky. “I’m Derek Stone. I’m Hilary’s son. And this is my . . .” He turned to the blonde with the shrill voice. “My wife, Sylvia.”
“Lucky Jamieson.” Lucky returned his handshake.
“At the risk of sounding rude, we
were
promised a very large space . . . and certainly not a restaurant. I don’t know how appropriate this would be for what we have planned. Phoebe!” he shouted.
A thin woman, with dark hair pulled back tightly from her face, stepped forward. She also wore heels and a black pants suit, like the tall blonde woman. “Yes, Derek?”
“Did you know about this?” He waved his arm around the room then turned to Lucky. “Don’t get me wrong,
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