“No.” I said it loud and fast.
“Okay. You’re the boss.”
I’d never seen more expressive brows.
“I thought there might be a congratulatory dinner, or a family get together,” Z said.
“No. Not unless it’s a surprise.”
“I’m not in on it, if that’s the case.”
“I’m sure it’s not.”
“Or maybe I am, but I just can’t tell you.”
I chuckled. “Hmm. Now, you got me wondering.”
“There’s no party.” Z slowed down. “Well, there could be.” Nothing remained to indicate an accident had occurred at the four-way stop that morning. “How would I know?” All was clear, now.
“My friend Carmen brought cupcakes,” I told Z.
We were third to go.
“How were they?” he asked.
“Truthfully, I never got one. By the time I returned to the studio from my interview, they were gone.”
“Well, that’s not fair. Let’s get s
