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breading them. I set the tray of prepared fish in the walk-in fridge and went up front to check if the rush had died down.
    “How’s it going?” Josh asked, coming back from the dining room.
    “Good. I think you have enough fish, prawns, and chicken to last a year though.” I smiled and set my hands on my hips. “Where do you want me next? Tony told me hands off the dishes, that those were his specialty.”
    “Ah, count yourself lucky.” He glanced back into the dining room. “It’s died down a bit. You ever do any waitressing?”
    “I did a little in college—let’s see how well I remember.” I grabbed an order pad off the counter and went into the dining room.
    Surprisingly enough, taking orders came back like second nature. I enjoyed myself—talking to the locals and making the tourists feel welcome. I caught up with old friends and their families, saw my gym teacher from middle school, and just plain old had a good time.
    The whole relaxed, socializing thing wasn’t something I experienced in my everyday job. And I missed it. Funny how it took an auction and being made to wait tables to make me realize how much I preferred working in a more social setting.
    The place started to empty out around nine, and I knew from the sign that was when we closed. I waved goodbye to the people filtering out. So what next? How did we shut this place down for the night? Before I could go find Josh, the door swung open again.
    I raised an eyebrow as Anna, the girl who’d sold for five hundred dollars, came striding in with a scowl. She seemed equally surprised to see me.
    “He’s got you working at Fisherman’s Feast?” she asked, sarcasm rampant in her voice. “God, maybe I could have done worse. I need a salmon burger to go and an order of halibut and chips.”
    I wrote the order down on the pad and then looked at her thoughtfully. “What’s the matter, Anna? Did you ruin your manicure cleaning?”
    She gave me a dirty look. “No. At least I don’t have to clean, thankfully.”
    “So then what are you doing? Besides getting his dinner.” She’d been bought by the rancher. Cute and rich. Surely he had tried to sleep with her by now.
    Her cheeks turned bright red. “Making a few phone calls.”
    I put the ticket for her order on the spinner that connected to the kitchen and then faced her again. “What kind of phone calls?”
    She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes glowing with disgust as she leaned forward to confide.
    “It’s horrible. The man is making me pretend to be his personal assistant. I have to call every woman he’s slept with in the last year—and there’s a ton—to inform them that he has herpes and that they should get tested.”
    I burst out laughing before I even considered it might not be the right thing to do. But it was just too funny, this coming from the girl who’d sneered at me saying I might end up with chlamydia because Josh had bought me. I decided not to point that out though. Somehow I didn’t think she’d take it too well.
    Calming myself, I forced a sympathetic expression. “I’m so sorry, Anna. It’ll be over before you know it.”
    “God, don’t remind me!” she wailed. “I can’t stand another minute of making these awful phone calls and trying to ignore him when he flirts with me.”
    “You’ll get through it.” I patted her arm. “Have a seat. Your order will be ready soon.”
    I went into the back, the swinging door barely shutting behind me before I burst into laughter again, not really caring if she could hear me. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
    Josh came out from his back office, giving me a puzzled look. “You having a good time there?”
    “Wonderful.” I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye and planted a big kiss on his mouth. “I am seriously glad that you bought me, Josh. This entire day has been the absolute best.”
    “Even cleaning my house? And breading fish?”
    “Especially those.” I kissed him again.
    That sexy smile