“Stop!” the milkman wailed, clinging desperately to the bench. “You’ll spill the milk!” Devon flashed a sidelong grin at Beth. “Shall I tell him not to cry over it? Or shall I butter him up instead?” She clicked her tongue with exasperation. “It’s bad enough you keep hijacking people, do you have to add the crime of cheesy jokes?” She heard the pun a moment after she said it and winced. The man was corrupting her even at the subconscious level! Devon laughed. “You are the cream of the crop, Miss Pickering,” he said.
