and what to wear, and most importantly, whether she would get Dean completely naked this time?
A sigh escaped and Kaylie leaned against a warm dryer, still ticking from its recent load. Even though it happened only yesterday, the erotic interlude in Dean’s office seemed more like a dream, one she wanted to repeat again and again. And then hold an encore performance. As she replayed all the scenes in her head, she wanted to die of embarrassment. She’d never done anything like that before, thinking public sex beyond naughty. But the things she wanted to do to Dean, and him to her, where new and hot and thoroughly arousing. The mating heat was no doubt a big part of the reason for her behavior, but Kaylie was more than willing to ride it out and take as much enjoyment with Dean anywhere she could for as long as she could.
She didn’t know how long she’d stood there mooning over the man when her mom called her name. Kaylie glanced down and noticed the freshly folded clothes. When had she done that?
Shaking her head at herself, Kaylie walked back out into the kitchen. “Yeah?”
“That was Jackie. And then Dolen. Then Kelli Powers and then Tess …”
“Got it.” How long was she in the laundry room? Kaylie looked at the clock and her eyes widened. It was after six! She really needed to work on her focusing skills. “What’s going on?”
Ruth began clearing the counters. “A group of kids were up at the lake today, swinging from some rope and one fell into a bunch of poison ivy. Unfortunately none of the kids, nor the four adults who were nearby, realized it was poison ivy until they all rushed over to check on the fallen kid. All in all, six kids and three adults contracted the rash. One of them was Martin Reynolds, Jackie’s husband, who knew better but was more concerned about the kid. Anyhow, Dolen called Tess to ask if she could cover for Martin as cook tonight at the cafe so she’s on her way there.”
Kaylie blinked at the rush of information. “Okay.” She said, drawing the word out in a and-why-does this-concern-me tone.
“Honey, Kelli Powers’ daughter works as a waitress at Dean’s bar and she told me that it was Fred Dyson’s son who fell from the rope. Not only does the poor child have poison ivy, but his left arm is broke.”
“Again, okay. And your point is?”
Ruth turned puzzled eyes to her daughter. “Kaylie, Fred is Dean’s cook.”
“Oh.” Kaylie frowned as it finally hit her and said it again with more force. “Oh! So Dean needs a cook. But wait. Wouldn’t he have a backup?”
“Yes, except Audrey and her husband where the other two adults up at the lake who contracted poison ivy. I don’t know who or if anyone is manning the kitchen at the bar, or if it’s a chaotic mess.”
Kaylie jerked her shoulders back. “Bad day to be a cook.”
“Seems like. But it sounds like your date with Dean isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if he can cook, but you’d better contact him and find out if he needs help. If I remember right, the bar has simple fare. Hamburgers, wings, and fish. You’ve helped out at Dolen’s before so it’s nothing new to you.”
“Right.” Kaylie dug her phone out of her purse and simply stared at it. “Crap.”
“What is it?”
The result of telling your mom that you don’t have a phone number for the man you planned on playing tonsil hockey with later on tonight? Not good.
A beep sounded from her phone indicating an incoming text and Kaylie immediately clicked on it. Shockingly enough—not—it was from Dean:
Need to cancel tonight. Short staffed. Poison ivy incident.
Kaylie smirked. Old news now. She typed back: Need a cook?
There was silence as she waited for his answer. Either he was surprised she already knew what happened or he didn’t want to bother her.
After an agonizingly long twenty seconds his response came: Yes!!!
She typed back: Be there in 30.
Talking to her mom, Kaylie grabbed her purse and laptop bag. “Dean
A sigh escaped and Kaylie leaned against a warm dryer, still ticking from its recent load. Even though it happened only yesterday, the erotic interlude in Dean’s office seemed more like a dream, one she wanted to repeat again and again. And then hold an encore performance. As she replayed all the scenes in her head, she wanted to die of embarrassment. She’d never done anything like that before, thinking public sex beyond naughty. But the things she wanted to do to Dean, and him to her, where new and hot and thoroughly arousing. The mating heat was no doubt a big part of the reason for her behavior, but Kaylie was more than willing to ride it out and take as much enjoyment with Dean anywhere she could for as long as she could.
She didn’t know how long she’d stood there mooning over the man when her mom called her name. Kaylie glanced down and noticed the freshly folded clothes. When had she done that?
Shaking her head at herself, Kaylie walked back out into the kitchen. “Yeah?”
“That was Jackie. And then Dolen. Then Kelli Powers and then Tess …”
“Got it.” How long was she in the laundry room? Kaylie looked at the clock and her eyes widened. It was after six! She really needed to work on her focusing skills. “What’s going on?”
Ruth began clearing the counters. “A group of kids were up at the lake today, swinging from some rope and one fell into a bunch of poison ivy. Unfortunately none of the kids, nor the four adults who were nearby, realized it was poison ivy until they all rushed over to check on the fallen kid. All in all, six kids and three adults contracted the rash. One of them was Martin Reynolds, Jackie’s husband, who knew better but was more concerned about the kid. Anyhow, Dolen called Tess to ask if she could cover for Martin as cook tonight at the cafe so she’s on her way there.”
Kaylie blinked at the rush of information. “Okay.” She said, drawing the word out in a and-why-does this-concern-me tone.
“Honey, Kelli Powers’ daughter works as a waitress at Dean’s bar and she told me that it was Fred Dyson’s son who fell from the rope. Not only does the poor child have poison ivy, but his left arm is broke.”
“Again, okay. And your point is?”
Ruth turned puzzled eyes to her daughter. “Kaylie, Fred is Dean’s cook.”
“Oh.” Kaylie frowned as it finally hit her and said it again with more force. “Oh! So Dean needs a cook. But wait. Wouldn’t he have a backup?”
“Yes, except Audrey and her husband where the other two adults up at the lake who contracted poison ivy. I don’t know who or if anyone is manning the kitchen at the bar, or if it’s a chaotic mess.”
Kaylie jerked her shoulders back. “Bad day to be a cook.”
“Seems like. But it sounds like your date with Dean isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if he can cook, but you’d better contact him and find out if he needs help. If I remember right, the bar has simple fare. Hamburgers, wings, and fish. You’ve helped out at Dolen’s before so it’s nothing new to you.”
“Right.” Kaylie dug her phone out of her purse and simply stared at it. “Crap.”
“What is it?”
The result of telling your mom that you don’t have a phone number for the man you planned on playing tonsil hockey with later on tonight? Not good.
A beep sounded from her phone indicating an incoming text and Kaylie immediately clicked on it. Shockingly enough—not—it was from Dean:
Need to cancel tonight. Short staffed. Poison ivy incident.
Kaylie smirked. Old news now. She typed back: Need a cook?
There was silence as she waited for his answer. Either he was surprised she already knew what happened or he didn’t want to bother her.
After an agonizingly long twenty seconds his response came: Yes!!!
She typed back: Be there in 30.
Talking to her mom, Kaylie grabbed her purse and laptop bag. “Dean
Similar Books
