Chapter 26

The lull in the conversation had given Kenny enough time to get himself together. He looked at Tommy fuming on the sidelines and answered, “Tommy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

I grunted and David nudged me again. Okay, okay, all right, already. I could be civil.

“That’s great, Kenny. So how do you like Stone Acres? Nice and quiet after the city, huh?”

Kenny stood back, his arms crossed over his chest, his hands tucked into his pits. “Not as quiet as you’d think.” He glared at me. “I hear you might be my competition.”

I shrugged. “I like to think of it as my restaurant complementing yours. Maybe we can have a little friendly competition. Bring something different to Stone Acres. Move out of the twentieth century.” I looked around at the 1960s décor as David kicked me again.

I turned to him. “What?” I whispered.

“Be nice,” he whispered back.

“Yeah, maybe.” Kenny leaned in a little after a glance at his boss. “If you open.”

“What do you mean?”