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it! He could be one of my best customers, and now I don’t have anyone to deliver it. And if I take it, I’ll be late on the Smithfield order, and they’re big customers. Shit!”
    Gemma cocked her head and frowned. “Why are you taking these phone calls? Don’t you have a manager that can help you out?”
    “No. I keep meaning to hire one, but I just haven’t gotten around to it.” She looked over at Gemma, and suddenly her eyes lit up with delight. “You’re trying to make some extra money, right?”
    Warily, Gemma bit her lip. “I suppose so,” she said slowly.
    “It will literally take you forty-five minutes. There is a twenty-percent tip included in the price, plus I pay a flat rate per delivery and reimburse for gas.” Lizzie jotted something down and slid the invoice across the counter.
    Gemma got up and took a look. “That would pay my phone and electric bill,” she said softly. “Charlie Connor? The Charlie Connor?”
    “The one and only. He called twenty minutes ago with a dinner order, which is strange because he’s supposed to have a party tonight. I only know because everyone in the California catering world was fighting tooth and nail to cater it. They gave it to Tara Sweets. That bitch,” she said half-heartedly. “So you’ll do it?”
    It would be humiliating to go from model to delivery woman, but Gemma didn’t want to tell Lizzie that. Besides, no one else was offering her a job. And she did have her disguise. “Do I have to wear a uniform?” she asked dubiously.
    “I have a t-shirt with my logo on it, but you don’t have to wear it,” Lizzie said with a smile. “Although that shirt might get you more attention then you might like.”
    “I’ll wear the t-shirt,” Gemma said instantly. Lizzie laughed and abandoned her food to fetch the shirt.
    “Are you the only cook in this operation?’ Gemma asked a she waited.
    “No. I’ve got three other cooks, but two of them are out shopping for ingredients, and the other is out sick. I’m the main cook. You know how I am in the kitchen, and it’s hard for me to give up that control.” She emerged from the back and tossed something black her way. Lizzie caught it was ease and held it up.
    It was simple and classic with white lettering. Gemma stripped off her shirt and slipped the t-shirt on. “Comfortable.”
    “Still no modesty, I see,” Lizzie said dryly. “Do you have any idea how annoying it is to see your perfect body?”
    “Please,” Gemma said as she rolled her eyes. “Your body is just as good as mine, so I don’t want to hear it.”
    Lizzie reached up and pulled some thermal totes out of the cabinets in the top. Carefully, she stacked the decorated aluminum packages in the totes and sealed them. Finally, she grabbed a six-pack of beer from the fridge and placed it in the cooler. “Okay, keep everything upright and as still as possible. These babies here have excellent insulation, so he should be able to enjoy everything right away. There are storing and reheating instructions for leftovers as well as a review card in the top. He’s already paid, so you just have to deliver the food and give him your sultriest smile.”
    “Cute,’ Gemma said as she grabbed the packages. “Lizzie, thank you for this.”
    “Girl, don’t even mention it. You are doing me the biggest favor in the world. Now I’ve got a delivery afterwards, and then I have dinner plans, so you don’t need to come back. Just text me a confirmation that the delivery was made and the customer was satisfied. Any questions?”
    “It seems easy enough,” Gemma murmured.
    “Okay, out you go. Go!” Lizzie commanded as she pointed to the door. Gemma hooked one hand under the thermal totes and slung the cooler over her shoulder.
    “Some things haven’t changed,” she said with a wink as she slipped out the door. Lizzie had always been a take-charge kind of woman. Carefully loading her car, she slipped behind the wheel of her car and repositioned her