Chapter 12

“No.”

“Come on, let’s go have lunch.”

Win rose and followed Farley out of the cubicle. “Maybe I will ask Randy to come to the barbecue with me after all.”

“Trying to show Dean you’ve moved on?”

“I havemoved on.”

“All the more reason to bring the dancer.”

“Randy.”

Farley nodded. “Yeah. Want the diner or fast food?”

“How about a salad?”

“Seriously?” Farley groaned. “You must really like this guy.”

“Yeah. So where can we get a good salad?”

His friend snorted. “How the hell should I know? I wanted chili fries.”

Win looked at him as they stepped out of the building into fresh air. “How do you keep in such good shape eating like that?”

“Good genes. Let’s try the diner. I think they have more variety and they’re bound to have your rabbit food.”

“All right, all right. But you drive.”

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