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Brynn: It's a long story. Talk later?
Sheridan: Sure thing. Are you staying the rest of the week?
Brynn: The writing is coming together and I have a place to stay now.
Sheridan: Call me when you can.
Brynn: I will.
Chapter Nineteen
Seven
As soon as we order dinner, I excuse myself and head for the kitchen to check on the refrigerator for Miguel… the one that I already fixed.
I push through the doors of the kitchen, partly expecting to see Brynn on her break, but she's nowhere to be seen.
Just as well. I don't exactly want Brynn anywhere near Josslin and if I could have prevented them from ever meeting, I would have.
"Hey," I hear Miguel say as I move to the server side of the pickup window.
The smell of freshly fried chips fills the kitchen air as a server starts to fill dozens of clean baskets to the brim with golden-fried tortilla triangles in preparation for the dinner rush to start.
Miguel's kitchen staff are all prepping for dinner while I watch him start our plates of food.
"How's the fridge running for you?" I ask, since it's the excuse I used to get away.
"No problem today. Thanks for your help."
"No problem. Let me know if it acts up again," I say, grabbing one of the chips that dropped off the basket and onto the serving table.
I crunch down on it as I watch Miguel squirt oil onto the frying pan.
"I heard you have your hands full out there," Miguel says, with his back to me.
"Cammy's mom showed up uninvited."
Marie walks through the office that's located against the back wall of the kitchen. She probably just made the afternoon deposit into the safe.
When she sees me, she heads straight for me.
"Where's she staying? With you?" Miguel asks.
Josslin should know better than to test that boundary, but she's been pushing a few too many for my liking lately.
"Are we talking about Cammy's mom?" Marie asks, grabbing a basket of chips and a bowl of salsa and pushing it towards me.
After all these years, she never has to ask if I'm hungry.
"Thanks," I say, dipping a chip in the red sauce.
Miguel usually has a strict "no eating in the kitchen" rule, but he's always bending it for me when I'm back here working on something and between Rita and Marie, I always have something to eat.
He scrapes the onions and bell peppers that he chopped up on a cutting board into the hot skillet and steam billows up the large kitchen exhaust fan.
"If she tries to stay with me, she'll end up sleeping outside on the beach. She's not stepping foot in my house. I made that clear before she came."
"And how does Brynn feel about this?" Marie asks, snagging a chip out of the basket she gave me and plops it into her mouth.
