She muttered something he couldn"t hear, which made him hold in a smile.
She"d gotten tough in the years they"d been apart. He liked that about her. He doubted she would have any trouble controlling the kitchen staff. He thought about what Gloria had told him, that Penny had stabbed someone. He wanted to hear the story, but not just yet.
Cal looked over the menu again. "We should price what we"ve agreed on," he said. "Somehow I think that will be an argument."
"I have the costs here."
She pulled out several more sheets, these printed out from a computer. They broke down the approximate size of each serving and the cost to prepare it. Store costs-labor, wait staff and the fixed costs of the building were arrived at by estimating the total number of dinners served per night and dividing that into store costs for the day.
"Your portions are too large," he said. "We"ll have to charge too much."
"Better that than they go home hungry and have to stop for a burger on the way."
He braced himself for the battle to come. "Who needs ten ounces of halibut?"
"Fish is different from meat. A four-ounce portion isn"t normal."
"We"re talking about a premium product."
She tapped her pen on the table. "Gee, and I thought this was going to be a premium restaurant. Did I have that wrong?"
Before he could answer, Naomi walked into the dining room with a guy Cal didn"t recognize. Penny"s friend fell back a step, pointed to the newcomer and mouthed, "I want him!"
Cal groaned.
"It"s the wine guy," Naomi said. "Who"s going to be ordering?"
"I am," Cal and Penny said at the same time.
CAL WALKED INTO the Downtown Sports Bar a little after nine on Wednesday night. The happy hour crowd had faded with the end of the last game and now there were only the regulars and a few business people who didn"t want to go home. Which meant the crowd was about ninety percent female.
His brother, Reid, stood behind the bar, holding court while a dozen or so large-breasted beauties listened, laughed and openly invited him into their respective beds. Or maybe not so respective. With Reid, one never knew.
He"d always been like this, Cal thought with a grin as he waved at his brother and made his way to a booth in the corner. Back in high school, Reid had had more than his share of interested women. Some of it had been because he was the pitching star on the high school team, and some of it was because he was a Buchanan. The Buchanan boys had never lacked for female companionship.
As he approached the booth he saw his baby sister, Dani, already seated. She had a beer in front of her and an expression of betrayal that warned him she"d heard the news.
"How"s it going, kid?" he asked as he slid in next to her.
"How do you think? I"m still trying to pull the knife out of my back."
If they"d still been children he would have tugged her close and tickled her until she yelled uncle. Then he would have held her while she cried. That was no longer an option and he didn"t know how to make her feel better.
"Hey, Cal."
He looked up and saw Lucy, one of the waitresses, walking toward him.
"The usual?" she asked.
Cal nodded.
"Dani ordered nachos," she added. "Want it for two?"
"Make it three. Reid will be joining us."
"Sure thing."
She turned, giving him a view of her rounded tush in tight khaki shorts. Only Reid could get away with making his staff wear shorts and cropped T-shirts in Seattle in winter.
Cal turned to his sister. He leaned close to kiss her cheek, but she pulled away. Her dark brown eyes sharpened with accusation.
"How could you?" she demanded.
"Dammit, Dani, I didn"t have a choice. You know I don"t want to get back in the business. I sure don"t want to work for Gloria. I knew I could either take the job or watch the restaurant go down the toilet. None of us would want that."
"Ha. Why would you care? You couldn"t wait to get away from it all."
"I don"t care," he said gently. "But you do. Reid"s in the business now. Walker may want to be a part of things when he retires from the marines."
Dani reached for her beer. "All great reasons. You left out kids. Won"t we want this great company to pa.s.s on to our kids? Not that any of us has them. I don"t see them in my future anytime soon, and I"m the only one who"s married, but hey, it could happen. Maybe one of you guys could slip up and get a girl pregnant. Then we could have yet another generation in the family business."
He knew she was bitter and he couldn"t blame her. Ironically, her words. .h.i.t closer to the truth than she realized. He had gotten a girl pregnant. Seventeen years ago his daughter had been born. Gloria was the only one in his family who knew.
Thinking of his daughter now made him wonder if Lindsey would ever be interested in the family business. Not that she considered herself a Buchanan. She was adopted and aware of the fact but had no curiosity about her birth parents.
"I"m not making a career of The Waterfront," he said, then thanked Lucy as she delivered his beer. "I"m back for four months and I have no desire ever to run the company."
"Too bad, because Gloria would hand it over to you in a heartbeat." Dani tucked her short dark hair behind her ears. "She"s a powerful woman. You"d think she"d respect that I want to be just as powerful, although a lot less b.i.t.c.hy. But does she care?"
Before he could figure out how to respond to that, Reid walked over.
"Hey, boys and girls."
Dani glared at him. "You already knew, didn"t you?"
"Knew what?" Reid"s expression was innocent as he slid in next to Dani and put his arm around her. "That I"m the best looking of the Buchanan brothers? Not that it"s a tough compet.i.tion."
Cal shook his head. "One day your ego is going to come crashing back to earth and crush you like the insignificant bug you are."
"Unlikely. My bevy of beauties will protect me."
"Anything falling from the sky will just bounce off their implants," Dani said. "You need to get him from below."
Cal grinned. "She has a point."
"And so do I," Dani said. She shrugged off Reid"s arm. "You knew about Cal running The Waterfront."
"Sure. Penny told me when she came by to say she had the job as executive chef."