Chapter 83

“Tell Vic what?” she called out after him. “Hey! Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? What do you say?”

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

She couldn’t have heard him, but he heard the wheels on her chair as she turned away from the computer to holler down the hall. “There are bagels in the conference room. I saved you one of the cinnamon ones, but if you’re going to be a jerk…”

In mid-step, he spun around and changed direction, heading for her desk. His stomach growled at the thought of food—he’d fed Sadie but hadn’t had time to eat anything himself. As he ducked around the corner, he saw the short plaid mini-skirt she had on, the white button-down shirt whose tails were tied in a knot at her waist, and the knee-high black boots with buckles all down the front of her calves. He waited until the bagel was safe in his hands before he asked, “Isn’t Halloween next month?”

She gave him a hard stare. “Don’t think I can’t take that back. How’s Vic?”