“Frank is allergic to bananas.” Her breath tickles the back of my neck. “Merry doesn’t like raspberries, and Phil won’t eat a thing that has broccoli in it.” “But Phil doesn’t even eat.” I turn around, and she’s grinning much too close to my face. Heat rises up my neck, but I remain cool. She’s a shameless flirt. I won’t fall prey to her teasing. “We accommodate everyone. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
Phil just wants to fit in
