I smiled. "Then let's call it a piece of advice. Would you be more inclined to take it?"
He laughed. "I'll take it under consideration."
"Will you look at that? We're making progress," I said as he walked with me to the driver's door, opening it for me.
"That we are."
Chapter Seven
Kimberly
"Kimberly, you don'thave to do the report yourself. I'll get it to you," Thomas said.
"You've got your hands full. I'll do this. Besides, I like to know the details."
I was at the bar, intending to review our stock. It was empty and quiet in the mornings. I brought my laptop with me, where we had everything stored electronically, of course, but I liked to be at the bar while I did the inventory so I could do a physical count too.
"You're here early," Drake's voice sounded from behind me.
I straightened up, nearly falling off the bar chair while I took him in.Is there any moment of the day when this guy doesn't look perfect?I didn't think he was wearing custom-made suits, but still, they fit him so well that I had a hard time not ogling him.
"I'm checking the inventory."
Drake frowned, coming up to the bar and sitting next to me just as Thomas went in the back. "That's not your job."
"Are you going to berate me now for working too much?"
He smiled. "No, I'm just surprised."
"That I'm not slacking?"
"Kimberly, I know you have a lot on your plate. It's just taking me a while to adjust to working in a family-owned company versus corporate, where everyone likes to brag about how long they work, even though what they do isn't relevant to their job."
"Why did you come up to the bar?" I asked.
"I want to check the menus we printed last week and make sure the quality is exactly what we asked for."