Chapter 84 Can’t Afford It

• Wesley loved to talk. Silver tongue, big gestures—yeah, he looked every bit the manager type. After ordering, he went off like a fire hose, arms flailing, spinning one wild tale after another about all the “amazing” things he’d seen and done. Most of it was just him bragging about how brilliant he was. Joanne and Tiffany sat there, stunned and wide-eyed.
• Only Finnian knew he was full of it. Not a shred of real skill behind the bluster.
• Right then, a miss came over with a pot of stewed lamb. Wesley was so caught up in his story, his hands windmilled—and wham, he smacked the pot. Broth exploded everywhere. A guy at the next table took the hit. Most of the soup splashed all over him.