Chapter 35

So had Darren, who asked, “Do we want dessert?”

“I don’t, but go ahead.”

“Naw. I’m good.” He flagged down the waitress, asked for the check, and declined more coffee, as did Rob. Darren paid, and then they headed back to the house.

When they got there, Smokey looked at them as if to say, “Where have you been? It’s been years.” Then he stalked to the kitchen, looking pointedly at his bowls. One was empty; the other was still half-full of dry food.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve been starving you,” Darren said with a laugh as he filled them. “You’re going to eat me out of house and home.”

“I wonder if I can get an employee discount,” Rob said. “I’ll ask Sarah in the morning.”

“I almost forgot you have to work,” Darren said. “I guess I’ll rattle around the house until you get home and I have to go to work.”

“Uh-huh. You’ve always ‘rattled’, until I moved in. I think you’re used to it.”

“True. But it’s been nice to have company this last week or so.”