Hoyt quickly discovered Teague was correct. Even with the snow falling the aroma from the barbeque place permeated the air. “Do you get hungry the second you step out the front door,” he asked.
“Only when I get home early enough to smell it, which isn’t too often. They close at nine on weekdays.”
“Right. You’re the workaholic who rarely leaves the office until the wee small hours of the morning.”
Teague laughed. “It’s not quite that bad. I try to get out of there by ten at the latest.”
Hoyt reached for Teague’s hand, happy, since he wasn’t certain how accepting the people in the city were, when Teague didn’t pull away. “Are you going to work that late the rest of this week?”
“Honestly, it depends on what’s going on. A lot can change in a few days, to wit Cal’s sudden resignation.”
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