Chapter 32: A Little Candy Never Hurt Anybody“Ouch, watch it, man,” I growled, slipping my thumb out from under the heavy hotel pan Olivier had dropped on my goddamn fingers. “That’s my hand.”
“Sorry,” Olivier said, but I caught the irritated look he gave Tom. In the last days, Olivier had been short with me, giving me attitude. And there were rumors of him leaving Split. He was probably going to drop me pretty soon.
Impatiently, I slid the pan into its secure spot and gave the back of the van one last check. “All right, that’s everything.” We were in Split’s back parking lot, loading the catering gig into the van and running a little late. All this food needed to be at the downtown location by three o’clock for a wedding. They were paying us damn well and I didn’t intend on disappointin
