"OMAR SENT PO-BOYS."
Myles pulled his brain out of the inDesign template as Simone set a bag of takeout on the edge of his desk. The scent of grease and spice wafting from the containers had his mouth watering and his stomach rumbling. A clear reminder that he hadn't had more than a pack of crackers from his drawer for lunch.
"I figured you weren't leaving any time soon, so I'd better put food in front of you before you keeled over."
He took off his reading glasses and tossed them next to his keyboard. Stubble rasped against his palms as he rubbed both hands over his face. "What time is it?"
"Nearly six."
He hadn't even noticed when the rest of his staff left the office. "I need to call Piper and tell her not to wait dinner on me."
"Her car was still at the clinic when I drove by."