Chapter 13

I’d seen the smiles and relaxed demeanor, though. The man exuded peace and confidence no matter what setting he was in.

“So who is he, man?” Raoul asked from behind me.

I turned away before my interest got read as something more. “Just a friend.”

When his table’s ticket came through, I glanced through it before slipping away to find Missy again. I had to be quick. Leaving my station more than once when I wasn’t on my break would get me written up.

She was at the water station, filling a tray of glasses.

“Let fourteen know dinner’s taken care of,” I said. “Just tell me when you want to ring it through. I’ll give you my card.”

Missy frowned. “You sure? They ordered a bottle of wine, too, and I don’t think they’re going to stop at one.”