Page 51 of One More Yule Log
“I know.” He could hear her flipping papers. “We can’t do the same day. While yours isn’t until the cocktail hour, the first event is a full-on banquet and there’s no chance of turning the space. We do have one cancellation before the holiday, though.”
“Yes?” Whatever it was, he’d take it.
“The twenty-first.”
“Oh.” Damn it. That was the solstice. That wasn’t gonna work for him at all. “There’s nothing else?”
The party was planned from seven to ten, and he’d be helping with the clean up until well after midnight. Olivia and he had celebrated the longest night of the year her whole life.
“Not that I can see, no. Not unless you want to do a brunch.”
Oh, he’d love that, but the clients wanted a reason to wear cocktail dresses and sparkles, show off their wealth. Damn it.
Olivia was just going to have to understand. He didn’t have any choices, not about this. “And you can do the catering?”
“We can do a limited menu of appetizers and we’ll have wait staff.” There was a keyboard clicky sound in the background.
“What about a bar?”
“Oh, absolutely. Our pastry chef is off, however. From the twentieth to the second.”
Of course he or she was. That was how his day was going. “I’ll deal with the desserts. I’m sure you’ll understand me bringing someone in.”
Hopefully he could just empty out the bakery. Gray was closing from the twenty-first to the second.
He didn’t want to add to his lover’s work, but there should be dozens of cookies.
“That’s fine. You still have our account on file? I’ll need new announcements sent out with the changed dates.”
“I do. And I’d be happy to give you a fifteen percent discount on the space rental itself. I understand what a terrible inconvenience this is.”
“Yes. Well, things happen.” And he had to remember that.
“Thank you. All right, I’ll get this all taken care of for you.” She sounded relieved, frankly.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. Talk at you later.” Now he just had to explain to Liv that her daddy sucked.
He hated to disappoint her. Again. God. Ben took a deep breath. Right. He should swallow the frog.
He’d come home right after. He would, but…he had to do this. His phone rang, Jack’s name coming up.
Damn it.
“Hey. I got it rescheduled at the original venue for the twenty-first.”
“Oh, good deal. Are they sending out notices or do I need to get a printer?”
“They’re doing it. Did you need anything else?”
“What do you mean? No, I need the Clark file. Sorry, Ben. Lawrence kinda dropped the ball on that Aspen condo and I’m having to handle it.”
“Let me see if I have it here on my desktop. If not, Liv and I will run it down.”
“Thanks. So what did we lose with the party?”
“The pastry chef, but I have that handled.” And Liv counted on him celebrating the solstice with her, and he was going to disappoint her. Maybe they could have Yule log for breakfast. Damn it.
“Good. This party is one our clients count on, every year. I cannot believe that Jeanine dropped the ball.”
