“Fuck you, one kiss is not making out,” Scooter shot back, grinning.
“Alas, we don’t have time to test Jason’s delicate sensibilities,” Andy said. “I have to go over to the rental and see how much of that list I can knock off before dinner.”
“You should take Raniesha with you,” Scooter said, plucking the list from Andy’s hand.
Andy blinked. “What?”
Scooter grinned even wider. “Spring break. She’s home for the week, wants a job. I told her I’d have to talk to you since you’re the—”
Andy pushed past Scooter and through the kitchen door into the main restaurant floor. Raniesha Collins was leaning against one of the long picnic tables, arms folded. She looked up with a wide smile when Andy came in and opened her arms for a hug that Andy willingly gave her.
“Hey, boss!” she greeted him cheerfully. “Place is looking good!”
“Yeah, we replaced the floor over the winter,” Andy said. “Scooter says you’re on break?”