Chapter 16

“Okay. You’re the boss.”

I’d never seen more expressive brows.

“I thought there might be a congratulatory dinner, or a family get together,” Z said.

“No. Not unless it’s a surprise.”

“I’m not in on it, if that’s the case.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“Or maybe I am, but I just can’t tell you.”

I chuckled. “Hmm. Now, you got me wondering.”

“There’s no party.” Z slowed down. “Well, there could be.” Nothing remained to indicate an accident had occurred at the four-way stop that morning. “How would I know?” All was clear, now.

“My friend Carmen brought cupcakes,” I told Z.

We were third to go.

“How were they?” he asked.

“Truthfully, I never got one. By the time I returned to the studio from my interview, they were gone.”

“Well, that’s not fair. Let’s get some now—unless you’re in a hurry.”

I wanted to get home to Abby. “A little. I have a dog.”

“Me, too. Moose. He rides with me sometimes. He’s little.”