Kara walked in with two iced coffees and a grin she couldn’t wipe off. Thomas was already behind the counter, counting pills. He looked up. “Oh. Look who’s back from her billionaire birthday.”
Kara set his coffee down. “Good morning to you too.” Thomas took the coffee. “So? Did he get you a yacht? A house? A small country?” Kara laughed. Leaned on the counter. “Better. He got mad at me first.”
Thomas frowned. “Mad?”
“I didn’t tell him my birthday until 6pm the day of,” Kara said. “He was _not_ having it.” Thomas cackled. “Jon Marsh was mad he didn’t get to plan? Shocking.” “Then he made up for it,” Kara said. Lowered her voice. “Range Rover. With a bow. A whole building in Silver Lake for my pharmacy. And a private jet to Catalina for 2 days. Dinner on the beach. Just us.”
Thomas dropp
