He stepped back and Buddy came forward, placed the wreath around Buddy Bison’s neck, and signaled the start of the Eggstravaganza. As the crowd clapped, Kiko breathed out in relief. No explosion. This year would be different. Everything would be different, from now on. He kissed the gosling on the top of the head and brought her back inside.
* * * *
“Where’s Davis?” asked Dom, stifling a laugh as he saw Sander flinch. The chef turned, shot him a disgusted look, and returned the book he’d been examining back to the shelf. Dom couldn’t help but notice it was one of Sander’s own cookbooks. What an arrogant bastard. A single, arrogant bastard, if Dom was correct in guessing Davis wasn’t here because they’d finally broken up.
“Busy, I’m afraid. I see Kiko stocks all my books,” said Sander. Dom grinned at the change of subject, and at how Sander was desperately grasping at anything that would make it seem like Kiko still felt anything for him.