Gage whistled as he went to work the morning of the bonfire. “Morning,” he said to Walker, just like always.
“What are you so happy about?” the man asked, checking something on that clipboard.
“Nothing.”
“Right.” Walker scoffed. “You’ve shown up for two mornings in a row, smiling and whistling.”
and “I’m capable of smiling and whistling,” Gage said.
“I suspected so,” Walker said. “I’ve just never seen it.”
Gage didn’t know how to argue with him. It wasn’t like he had a lot to smile and whistle about on the ferry. In fact, he was supposed to look imposing and intimidating.
“Erika and I are going to the bonfire tonight,” Walker said. “You’re welcome to come.”
“Oh, I uh….” Gage didn’t know what to say. “I’m going with a client.” Of course, the way he’d been thinking about Sheryl wasn’
