Let me refill your drinks

“I thought so. I think half the crew is working that event.” The waiter grinned.?“Well, it’s great to meet you. Let me refill your drinks, and I’ll bring the full catering menu when I come back.” As soon as he’d left, Jane leaned across the table. “I guess that answers one of my questions. About the service, I mean.” “I told you not to worry.” She drained the last of her wine. “So are they going to set up a tent? Since we’re eating outside?” “Why don’t we use the house?” I volunteered. “I’m going to be out there anyway when the landscapers come, so why don’t I try to get a cleaning crew out there to get it ready? We’ve got a few days—I’m sure I can find someone.” “We’ll give it a try, I guess,” she said slowly, and I knew she was thinking of the last time she’d been inside. “You know it’ll be pretty dusty, though. I don’t think anyone’s cleaned it in years.” “True, but it’s only cleaning. I’ll make some calls. Let me see what I can do,” I urged. “You keep saying that.” “I keep having to do things,” I countered, and she laughed good-naturedly.?Through the window over her shoulder, I could see my office and noticed that the light in Saxon’s window was on. No doubt he was there on urgent business, for Saxon seldom stayed late. Jane caught me staring. “Missing work already?” she asked.