through.â And he stepped through the doors into the kitchen, leaving her standing there.
The final hours of dinner service passed by in a blur of taking orders, delivering plates, opening wine. When Cady saw the last customers rise to leave, she should have felt relief at the prospect of release. Instead, she just felt disoriented.
Damon. She didnât know what to think. Nothing about him was as sheâd expected. Instead of partying into the wee hours and showing up at work in the late afternoon, he was in the kitchen at the crack of dawn every morning. Instead of shouting at his staff, he presided over a kitchen that was positively serene. Instead of kicking out rude customers, he charmed them.
And somehow, when she hadnât been paying attention, heâd charmed her.
Sheâd agreed to something in those desperate moments in the dining room, though she wasnât sure what. And she wasnât at all sure how she felt about it. Nerves, yes. Anticipation, yes. And confusion. She didnât like confusion, she never had, and so she took her time with her after-hours duties, changing tablecloths, refilling salt cellars, putting off heading to the kitchen to the last possible moment.
She couldnât say whether it was relief or disappointment that hit when she finally walked through the sliding doors only to find the kitchen cleared out. The rest of the floor staff was long gone, the line cooks had finished cleaning up and headed to the locker room to change. Only Denny, the kitchen porter, remained for the thankless job of washing the mountain of dishes and pans, taking out the rubbish, mopping the floors and counters for the new day.
Damon was nowhere to be found.
Which was good news. Definitely good news, she thought as she retrieved her keys and jacket from the now-empty locker room and slammed bad-temperedly out the back door. A woman would be out of her mind to take the risk of getting involved with Damon Hurst, with that mind-melting stare that could make her think she really wanted his kisses, wanted his touch, wanted hisâ
âItâs about time.â
Cady froze.
âI was beginning to wonder whether you were moving in.â Damon stepped out of the shadows into the pool of light outside the door. He wore jeans and an open-collared paisley shirt under his leather jacket. With his hair loose, his jaw dark with a full dayâs growth, he looked like an artist whoâd escaped his garret. The naked bulb overhead threw his eyes into shadow.
Nerves, anticipation, confusion. Cady swallowed. âI had things to do.â
âWe still do.â
âYou canât hold me to that. That was extortion.â
âHardly. You were free to say no.â
Nerves, anticipation, confusion.
âYou knew I thought you were going to kick them out.â
âMaybe I meant to.â
âAfter youâd already made up plates?â
âIt doesnât matter,â he said, watching her with that unwavering stare. âI think we have some unfinished business.â
Nerves, anticipation, confusion.
Nerves won.
âItâs twelve-thirty in the morning. I think the business can wait.â And a part of her wasnât at all sure she could handle what that business might be. She started toward the parking area, tucked in pockets among the stands of pines that surrounded them.
And Damon walked beside her, through the shadows. âI didnât have you picked for the type whoâd go back on her word.â
She snapped her head around to stare at him in the dimness. âIâm not.â
âSo?â
âSo this isnât the place to have some big talk. We both know there are too many people around.â
âFewer all the time,â Damon observed as the last stragglers headed for the exit. âAnd who said I wanted to talk?â
The thick pines loomed around them, breaking the wash of illumination from the arc lamps into stripes of
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