Chapter Eighteen
Jamie served dessert, starting with Mike, whose eyes were wide.“I didn’t order dessert.”
“I know.”Jamie took in the man for a moment.“I’d just like to know what you think.”
“If it’s anything like the shrimp and grits, I’m sure it’s excellent.”Mike smiled for the first time, showing straight, even white teeth.“I’ll let you know if it’s as good as my grandma’s.”
Jamie smiled and nodded before going back to the staff, all of them looking at the bowl of bread pudding.
“I have no idea how I’m going to eat this,” Dexter moaned.“I’m already so full.”
Timmy groaned.“I-I a-a-ate too mu-much.”He rubbed his stomach.
“Oh, Jamie,” Flo said, her eyes closed.“This is the best.”She looked at Jamie.“Who knew you could cook like this!I mean, I knew you couldcook, but hellfire boy...this is...I don’t even know how to say it.I’m at a loss for words.”
“Stop the presses,” Walter said, almost standing.“Never, ever have I known that woman to be at a loss for words!”He pointed at Florence.“And I’ve known her for nigh on thirty years!”
“Shush, you,” Florence said with a scowl.“No one asked you.”
Everyone laughed and then fell silent.The only noise was that of spoons against bowls.
“Oh, Holy Mother of God,” Dexter said, leaning back in his chair.“I may never eat again, I’m so full.”
Minnie also leaned back in her chair, both hands over her tummy.Salzy, of course, looked like he was about ready to lick the bowl.
“Excuse me...again.”
Jamie didn’t have to turn around to know that Mike was behind him.He turned around.“How was it?”
“As much as it pains me, I have to admit your bread pudding beat my grandma’s by a mile,” Mike said in his deep, soft voice.“That sauce was perfectly balanced.”
Jamie stood up and faced the man.“That is the best compliment a chef can have.”
Mike smiled, his face warm, eyes bright.“Check, please.”
“Nope, not tonight.It’s on the house.”
“Wait a minute, I intend to pay for what I had.”Mike’s brow furrowed.
