I pointed two finger guns at her. “You’re the best, Davenport.” I turned to squeeze by Javier. “You too, Garcia. Stay excellent.” “You eaten yet?” Javier asked Isla. She stammered for a moment, then shook her head. “No.” Lie. The demolished pho was on her desk. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Wanna grab a bite? That food truck you like is parked across the street.” “Food? I’m down,” I said, smacking the top of the doorframe on my way out. I had no intention of going with them, but causing a little mayhem was fun. “No!” Isla and Javier shouted.
Secret office romance??
