“Want anything
else?” she asked.
What first popped into his mind being completely
inappropriate, he shook his head and said, “Are you not eating?”
“Already had my breakfast.”
“Which was?”
“Yogurt with granola,” Wendy said.
Donny stared, astonished. “You really are just like
Margarita,” he said.
“Wes seems to think so too,” Wendy said with a shrug.
“That explains so much. Wish I had listened to Luke. He told me you were great. We could have met sooner,” he said.
“That
would have been nice,” she said, taking a seat next to him. She propped her chin
in her hand and grinned. “You don’t really want to go to work today, do you?”
“Want to? Perhaps not.”
“Great! Call your client and tell them you
have more important things to do,” she said. She then got up and started clearing
the table. “You’re spending the day with me.”
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, equal parts bewildered
and excited.
