They reached the table, and true to his word, Fennigan didn’t hesitate. Before he even sat down, he snatched two cinnamon rolls from the platter—one for himself and one for Leela—beating Jax’s fork by a fraction of a second.
“Point to Finnegan,” Jax grumbled, abandoning the cinnamon rolls in favor of the bacon.
Finnegan set one on Leela’s plate and dropped into the chair beside her. The usual breakfast chaos swirled around them, but Elana didn’t seem interested in eating. A notepad lay beside her coffee cup, and she clicked her pen with ominous purpose.
“Finnegan,” she said without looking up. “The card is on the counter beside the keys. Do not lose it. It has no limit, but don’t go buying a boat.”
Fennigan paused with his cinnamon roll halfway to his mouth. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
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