42Dawna sniffed suspiciously at the crumbled Danablu topping her roll. “How does a girl get a toasted cheese sandwich around here?”
“She doesn’t.” I relieved her of the offending blue cheese. “Soon as I get to Washington, I’ll ship you a case of American cheese so you can grill your own.”
“Throw in a few cans of tomato soup while you’re at it.”
I made a face. “Wonder Bread, too?”
“You don’t fool me, pretending to be a food snob.” She shook a remonstrative finger at me. “You’ll eat anything. And right this minute, you’d sell your soul for a big ol’ American hamburger.”
I popped the last cheesy bite into my mouth and licked my lips happily. “I admit, my appetite is coming back.”
“I never noticed that you lost it.” She snickered. “I got to tell you though, winning a close game whets all
