Carter stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a container.He took down a ladle from the rack and started scooping sauces into the container.
“I don't need help.”
“Yes, she does,” Fleur said.“Nice to see you again, Carter.”
“You too.Three sauces?”
“Yeah, and I have a tray of meatballs to pull from the oven.It’s a pasta bar with paninis for a group of burlesque dancers.”
“Wish I could go with you,” Carter rubbed his hands together.
Josie laughed.“I’m supposed to go with my mom to the symphony.This is Avery's event but she’s not here yet.“
“How many are you catering for?”
“Supposed to be 45 people,” Josie moved to the oven to check on the meatballs.She’d been looking forward to an evening hanging out with her mom.
“Buffet style?”
“Yes, an extra pair of hands would be nice but it’s fine,” Josie set the pan down on the counter, then reached for another container to start packing the pasta.
“Going to assemble the sandwiches on site?”
“Yep.That’s all ready to go.”
“Smart girl,” Carter raised an eyebrow and heat flooded Josie’s cheeks.“I wish I could send someone from my staff, but I had two call in sick and we’re a full house.”
“You didn’t come back here to help me pack up.What did you need?”
“Almost forgot, you had me jump into action,” Carter grinned, and the way he looked at her, as if he was going to touch her, made her shift from foot to foot.“I have an electrician coming bright and early tomorrow.He should be done by the time you start but just in case, I wanted to give you a heads-up as to why some strange man might be standing on your counter.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The lights above the bar keep flickering out.Best to get it looked at now before it becomes a problem.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“Yep, good luck tonight.I'm sure it’ll work out,” Carter backed away from the counter.“Nice seeing you again.”
“You too,” Fleur waved and pulled out a stool at the small desk across the room.“You know that man is into you.”
“Okay, now you’re like Cecilia’s twin.”
“She’s right.”
“Would you prefer me to go out with Carter?”Josie moved, securing the lids to the pans, wrapping it all up.
“Who you go out with is your business.He’s closer to you in age.”
Josie smiled, knowing her mother couldn’t help but toss out that remark.
“I’m not going to the symphony, am I?”
“Not unless Avery walks through that door in two seconds.How are you transporting all this?”
“I can fit it in my car.”It was going to be a tight fit but fortunately the house the event was at was only a fifteen-minute drive.
“I better go, honey.I’m going to see if Carlos’s sister can come with me.”
