While she made their drinks, Zack was checking out the display case. Picking up two turkey pesto panini, he set them on the counter then handed her his credit card.
“I’m not hungry,” Trev protested.
“You’re eating. Doctor’s orders,” Zack replied. After stopping to put cream in his coffee and grab a handful of napkins, Zack took the sandwiches and his coffee to one of the two armchairs in a corner of the shop. Very ungraciously, Trev followed. When they were seated, Zack handed Trev one of the panini. “When did you eat last? And what?”
“If it’s any of your business, I had a sandwich for lunch. Well, most of one,” Trev admitted. “That bastard called before I could finish.”
“Shook you up too much to eat the rest?” Zack asked, looking at him over the brim of his coffee cup.
“What the hell do you think?”
Resting one elbow on the arm of his chair so he was closer to Trev, Zack said quietly, “I think the call scared the hell out of you.”
“No kidding.”