I’ll be happy to do it.”
Chris smiled and shook her head. “I think Smily has a growth. She rolled over on her stomach and reached for the phone. Janet Van Dyne was taking a cat nap on the couch. Her jean shorts were just that also showing evidence of some rather daring scissors work sometime in the past, and her lithe legs seemed to go on pretty much forever down to toes painted with Scarlet Pumpernickel. The rest of that day and the next few were similar. Last one. No buddies were on, but she sent a quick email to her dad, one to her brother, and another to her Bronco-obsessed friend. “Chris?”
She stepped back and looked up into his eyes. You can’t do that unless you keep tabs on you from time to time, ESPECIALLY the new hires. What’s your ideal day?”
“Sunday. “This smells wonderful.”
Chris took a bite and mmmmmmmmmmmed softly.
