Damn, Brinkerhoff notion, eyeing her in her grey cashmere dress. Either I’m getting older, or she’s searching more youthful.
“Weekly reviews.” She smiled, waving a fanfold of paper. “You want to test the figures.”
Brinkerhoff eyed her frame. “Figures appearance exact from right here.”
“Really, Chad,” she laughed. “I’m antique sufficient to be your mom.”
Don’t remind me, he notion.
Ben strode in and sidled as much as his table. “I’m on my manner out, however the director needs those compiled by the point he receives again from South America. That’s Monday, shiny and early.” She dropped the printouts in the front of him.
“What am I, an accountant?”
“No, hon, you’re a cruise director. Thought you knew that.”
“So what am I doing crunching numbers?”
She ruffled his hair. “You desired g
