“That’d be great,” he says quietly, then pulls out his phone.
When I drop the basket in the fryer and then the patty on the grill, it drowns out any other noise.
So it’s a surprise when Sawyer pushes into the kitchen.
“You’re early today. Got bored at home and missed me?” I flip the beef, watching him pull the pizza dough from the cooler to stage it on the prep table.
“I was almost late last week. Figured I’d make up for it.” He’s facing away, but I can see his shoulders rise in a shrug.
“You weren’t though.” I really don’t get him.
He still hasn’t asked for a dime, even though it’s been weeks. The only thing he takes in pay is the occasional pizza.
Maybe I need to just give Sophia free food?
“Your sister was just here a little while ago. Got a stack of food taller than her. How many people are in her book group?” I’m curious just how close they are.
Their personalities are like night and day.
Well, introvert and extrovert?
If I didn’t know better, there wouldn’t be a chance in hell I’d peg them for twins.
Again with the damn shrug.
“I dunno. She likes it though. Said there’s a ton in the chat group.” He turns with a crooked grin. “It surprised me that there were that many people who could read in Montana.”
He doesn’t show it often, but he has a wicked sense of humor.
I kinda wish he’d talk more.
“That’s hysterical.” Yanking the fries out of the hot grease, I get the rest of the plate ready. “Do you like to read too?" I know he’s into video games.
It’s all my brother has talked about for years. Their Call of Duty tournaments have been the focal point of their friendship.
“I know how.” He blinks those big blue eyes at me before he rolls them and looks back down. “I just don’t.”
“I do sometimes, when I get down time.” Pushing into the bar area, I deposit the styrofoam container in front of the customer.
He glances up from a wall of text on his phone.
“You too?” I wouldn’t have guessed.
“Huh?” The man’s brows raise as he tilts to fetch his wallet from his back pocket.
“Read. I guess there’s a book club here in town. Are you in it too?” I’d join a club that had guys like him in it.
But he shakes his head. “Might look into it though. I gotta lot more time on my hands now.”
“Yea?” I take his credit card and glance at the name.
Oliver Brookes.Brookes Excavation and Construction.
Now I know who he is.
He nods, following me on the other side of the counter to the cash register. “Got my divorce finalized.” His eyes wander to the table in the corner.
Oh shit. I remember. His wife, Paige, was hitting on Wade right in front of all of us.
