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Dillon
“Would you like coffee while you wait for your sister?”
I grinned up at Dolores, who’d been running this diner for as long as I could remember, and said, “Yes, ma’am. Jasmine just texted that she’s almost here, so you can go ahead and pour her a cup as well.”
“You got it.”
“Thanks, Dolores.”
Once she walked away, I went back to checking my schedule in my phone. A few seconds later, Jasmine slid into the booth across from me.
I took in her blue power suit, noted her hair pulled back into a sleek tail.
“You look nice,” I said, ignoring the sugar and putting milk in my coffee.
“Thanks, bro, you look pretty snazzy yourself.”
“What, this old thing?” I asked with a grin, smoothing the lapel of my suit.
“You all ready for Boise?” I asked, getting down to business.
Jasmine wa
