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While we eat lunch, I invite Derek to dinner later. “Riley asked me to ask you,” I say, grinning. “She says she’ll let you play with Rainbow Dash and everything.”
With a laugh, Derek admits, “I don’t even know what that means. Do I wantto play with Rainbow Dash?”
“According to Riley, she’s the best one of all.”
“She?” Derek raises a questioning eyebrow. “Can’t I be one of the boys?”
I give him a sardonic look. “They’re pieces of plastic shaped like ponies.”
“Then how do you know it’s a girl?” he asks.
“Riley says so.” I shrug and take a bite of my Italian sub, oily mayonnaise dripping off the side of my hand. Derek was right—Angelo’s knows just what I like. My office will smell like oregano and vinegar for the rest of the day, but I don’t care. I’m in heaven.
“Well, if Riley says…” Derek throws me a wink. “You know she’s the spitting image of your sister, right?”