“Hey, shithead, don’t you have new staff to find me?” “You need new staff?” Dylan cocked her head. “How come?” Actually, I was intrigued too. He owned a bougie restaurant. The tips must be divine. And I was used to working for top-notch eateries in Manhattan. Plus, it would show Dylan that I could keep my hands to myself this time. I was going to be platonic and professional with that mountain man. Also, did I mention that I needed to pay my New York rent? And utilities? And general existence?
