Oh shit.
Pam looked like the fox who’d swallowed a chicken. Wrong person to learn a woman was looking for him. She’d been trying to get him to date since he’d aced his job interview. Even got her girlfriend to badger him. Between the two of them the barrage was endless. Let’s get the quiet cook laid. They thought it funny, a game.
To Xavier, it was anything but.
Pam arched an eyebrow at the freckled woman, her wicked smile tipping toward flirtatious. “Oh, really?” She tapped the reservation book. “Look at this. Lucky for you. We have an opening at eight. For how many?”
Shed had been booked up for weeks, if not months.
“Um. Two. Put it under my name. Heddig.”
“Got a first name? Just in case I need it?”
Pam would need it all right—to needle Xavier all shift. He considered calling in sick but knew he couldn’t. Not during the festival, when every table would be full from lunch through close. Not when being alone and unoccupied in his house would throw open the doors and invite the Burned Man to take up permanent residence.
“My name’s Cat,” said the woman.
“Great, Cat.” Pam clicked the pen closed and grinned. “See you tonight.”
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