Chapter 89: Benji

Benji pulled out her chair then sat across from her. "Scarlett and I are taking over a lot of Garth's work. The problem we're running into is that he doesn't write stuff down. He either remembers it, or it's in his email. Trying to share an in-box nearly caused a really nasty fight."

"Oh, dear." Dixie passed him tortillas.

"Yeah." He grimaced. "I've always used my phone calendar for important things, but it's not going to cut it."

She stared at him with wide eyes, brows lifted.

"You okay?" He chuckled.

"Yes. Go on." She'd put her fork down and the excitement bubbling off her was next level stuff.

"I was hoping you might have a calendar app or paper book idea."

"You want a planner?" She clasped her hands to her chest and grinned.

"Yeah. I guess." He chuckled.

"What layout do you think you'd like? How much stuff are you keeping track of? Is size important?"