Chapter Five
“Phew!” Caleb said, slumping back into his chair with a huff of satisfaction. He rubbed his stomach. “That was delicious, but I am so full. I’m going to have to work my client extra hard in the morning to make up for it. He won’t know what hit him.”
Anneke laughed. “Poor guy—you’ll be punishing him for your misdemeanor.”
“True, but he pays good money to be punished, so he’ll be happy about it.”
She blinked and shook her head. “Takes all sorts, I suppose. Anyway,” she shuffled forward in her seat, now-empty plate in her hands, “let me help you clear this all up, and then I’ll be on my way. And I need to give you some money for the food.”
Caleb struggled to his feet, then bent and started stacking the empty pizza and side order boxes on the table. “I can live with the first
