Sunday lunch at the Grey Goose was usually an insanely busy affair. Add on the fact that it was a Bank Holiday, and one of the first halfway decent weekends in a while, and every table in the restaurant was filled to the brim, and the waitlist got longer and longer with each passing moment.
And that was perfectly fine for Sam Henderson. Because the busier the pub was, the more ragged he was run, the more drinks he poured for people, the less he thought about Em. His boss had been grateful that he’d managed to make it in to work, mainly because it meant he could sit in the office all day and not actually cover. Sam had barely made the decision to come in today; he’d much rather spend the time in bed. But, in the end, they’d both realised it made more sense for him to work, so as to not give away that anything had changed in their relationship.
He poured another pint, swiping the customer’s card, then moving on the next group. So busy. No chance to think about his sister’s soft lips, her bright eyes, her velvet hair. No time to let his mind wander to her pert breasts, her tightly toned tummy, the soft curve of her…