Chapter 102

In the morning, he’d have to get a job. Or start looking anyway. He picked Jonesy up out of the basket and carried the licking dog with him to the front door. He turned to look out over the bay. It was just starting to get dark, but he could make out much of the scenery from up here. It was definitely pretty, anyway. He could see why his parents had wanted to live here.

Ryan fished the key out of his back pocket and stuck it in the lock. The door creaked a little as he pushed it open and the empty house smelled vaguely dusty and unlived in. Strange how old empty houses had a certain scent.

He set Jonesy on the floor and the dog took off to explore without him. Eventually he’d have to get some furniture. Some pots and pans to cook with. A fridge. He had to start earning money first for such luxuries. Ryan flipped the light switch for the ceiling light in the living room. It wasn’t the brightest light but it was better than the darkness that would soon permeate the house as the sun continued to go down. He loved the bay window facing out from the living room. What a great view.

He tossed his pack and sleeping bag down and followed after Jonesy. Besides a small kitchen and dining room, too small as far as Ryan was concerned, there were two bedrooms on the first floor. Also a half bath with a toilet and a sink. And a closet.

At the back of the house off the kitchen a set of winding stairs led to the second floor. The second floor held a full hallway bathroom, three larger bedrooms, and the master bedroom and bathroom. This would be Ryan’s eventual room and he loved the round turret and window seat. This room had a fireplace just as the living room did.

“Good job, Dad,” Ryan said as Jonesy ran into the room after him. He’d have to paint probably. Or get someone to paint. The job seemed really big for someone who knew like zilch about painting.

He looked down at Jonesy. “What do you say we have pizza for dinner?”

* * * *

Ryan had been informed that tourism had been picking up in Sutter’s Bay. Once a city that only had a steak restaurant and a breakfast and lunch café, the embarcadero was now dotted with seafood restaurants and novelty shops. The restaurant in front of him, Mabry’s, was one of the newer ones. According to what Ryan had found out about the restaurant, they’d only opened about six months earlier.

He shut off his motorcycle, got off, and approached the opened doors. Taped to the front window was a Help Wantedsign. He knew they could be after just a waiter or even a dishwasher, but he had to start somewhere here.

A man in his late twenties with sandy hair standing on ends came out of the kitchen area wringing his hands. “We’re closed.”

“Oh, sorry, I was coming about the sign.” Ryan gestured with his thumb.

“Fabulous. We need a chef.”

Ryan blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected it to be this easy. “A…sous chef?”

“No, a head chef.” The guy came close to Ryan and scrutinized him. “The recipes were already pretty much developed by the old chef, so that part should be easy.”

“Easy?”

“Sure, sure. And I’m desperate. What experience do you have?”

Well, here was the hard part. Ryan brought up his most winning smile. “I attended chef school for—”

“Great, you’re hired.”

“Excuse me?”

The man sighed. “Damon Mabry.”

“Uh, hi. Ryan Callahan. You the owner?”

“Nope. His brother. He’s on a vacation in Mexico. Left me in charge and it’s been nothing but headaches. The head chef just up and fucking eloped with the sous chef. And it’s the weekend. We’ll be full up with tourists. Like I said, I’m desperate. So unless you want to argue about having a job, you’re hired.”

“What’s the owner’s name?”

“Christopher Mabry. Chris will be back after the weekend and he can straighten this out then. In the meantime, Ryan, I really need you to start like now.”

Ryan nodded. “Okay.” How hard could it be? He’d had a couple of semesters of chef school. He’d been cooking for his friends all his life. And the guy said the head chef left his recipes. “But wait, no sous chef?”

Damon shrugged. “Not unless one walks in here in the next few hours asking for a job.”

“I think you can do the job.”

“Me? I’m just the gorgeous host that stands out front.”

Ryan laughed. “You know how to chop?”

He scowled. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Look, you’re in a bind, right? Everyone has to pitch in. You got a wife or girlfriend?” At Damon’s nod, Ryan smiled. “Bring her in, too.”

“Hey, I just hired you and you’re taking over?”

“Someone has to.”

Damon closed his mouth.