Brian, clearly, loved the girl's enthusiasm. He tilted his head back and roared with laughter, causing the rest of the diners in the restaurant to glance up curiously.
"I like your stuff, Missy," he said, grinning hugely. "Just the sort I want here on staff. You're hired!"
Caleb suppressed a groan, but didn't bother hiding his displeasure as he frowned back at the runt. This was NOT going well. She wasn't supposed to BE here, let alone work here. Wasn't that what her brother moreorless implied earlier? That he was supposed to be keeping her safe, and away from him?
He already had a job and a hunt. He didn't need to add babysitting to his list of tasks.
Dayle shared his unhappiness. Rosemary had neither age nor experience under her belt, so this was beginning to look like more trouble than the young wolf clearly anticipated. Dayle wasn't as fond of the small wolf as she was of Charlie, but she didn't hate the girl. Plus she knew that the human cared about both her and her brother (obviously). Dayle didn't want to do anything that would make Charlie or the younger King unhappy. But if Rosemary kept this job and things turned... difficult... it would be Jeremy's responsibility to take care of it. Royce had understood the rules when he agreed to them, back when the two first decide to stay in New Hope for a short period of time. But Dayle doubted that Rosemary had the same understanding.
If things at this restaurant did not work out, it would be Jeremy's responsibility to make her suffer the consequences. And in a town like New Hope, where peace and cohabitation was only available due to the strict rules enforced here, "consequence" had a funny habit of meaning "death" a lot of the time.
She shared Caleb's frown at the younger wolf, oblivious to the danger and potential havoc she was opening herself to by simply getting this job.
The only other oblivious one was Brian, who had Rosemary's tiny hand clasped in his huge one, shaking it. "I'll expect to see you bright and early tomorrow morning, eh?"
"Papers!" Caleb burst out suddenly. The other three stared at him, and he grinned. "Doesn't she have to go through the whole orientation bit? Name, address, tax dependents... ID," he added, glancing at Rosemary. "Social security number. All the works."
Brian frowned and sighed, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "Aye, guess you're right. So fine, tomorrow, you can drop by my office behind the kitchen and we'll go through all that stuff together so we can get you to work soon as possible. Maybe Friday."
Caleb mentally patted himself on the back. He bought himself some time, hopefully foiled her plans altogether. Most drifter loan wolves didn't carry identification, either because they were too old for it to be used without raising questions, or because they didn't want anything for them to be traced and tracked by. He was pinning Rosemary and Royce on the latter, and was hoping that a lack of identification would keep her away.
Dayle smiled gratefully at him, and he nodded briefly once to acknowledge it.