Chapter 17
Waynesville, NC
AT THE GOLDEN Arches, we fell into our established routine: Mike settled in a booth while I acquired the food. As usual, he was concentrating on the laptop when I returned. I set his salad and drink in front of him. “Eat,” I said.
“Two ticks.”
“That’s my line.”
“Sauce for the goose.”
Finally, he said, “Here you go,” and turned the laptop around to face me.
I opened my e-mail account and read the only new message. “Janet sends you her best on behalf of herself and the team,” I said.
“Back at her.”
“Okay.”
I finished what I was doing and said, “Want me to shut it down?”
“Sure.”
We finished our lunch, and once in the car, I said, “What do you want to do now?”
“You.”
“As soon as we get back to the room, babe.”
“Well, hurry up… but don’t speed.”
In the
