Spencer asked them if they needed anything else, and when they declined, went to the counter to order. One of the girls from the yoga class scurried over to them while his back was turned. “Girl, is that your man?” “No,” Savvy coughed, choking back a laugh. “Well, is he single?” Savvy sipped her tea. “I have no idea, but I can find out.” She winked at her. “Girl, let ME know. If you don’t want him, my whole table is prepared to fight Hunger Games–style for him.” She slapped Savvy five and hurried off to the ladies’ room.
