“When can I get my phone back?”
Angelo looked up from his coffee. Between them on the kitchen island was a colorful array of pastries from the local coffee shop. If the empty cupboards and bare bones fridge were any indication, Angelo had a habit of ordering in or eating out. Picking apart his breakfast muffin, Angelo shook his head. “You’re going to make me feel worse.”
Penny laid her head on the counter top. I mean, I’m the one under house arrest, she lamented. “Just thought I’d ask…”
Angelo leaned forward on his elbows. Penny looked up, though kept her head down. “Looking like a sad puppy won’t make you get it back any faster.”
“I don’t look like a sad puppy.”
“Uh huh.”
Penny finally straightened up. “There’s got to be something I can do that will make you trust me faster. What if
