“Oh, is this the traveling ortho thing Sam was telling me about?”
“Yeah. And . . . I think it might actually work. The business isn’t making money yet, but everyone I’ve visited has a handful of friends who have similar issues.”
“Nice,” Desi said approvingly. “You know, my husband and I do a lot of angel investing, so if you’re interested, send me your details.”
“My details are a probably a little too humble for you and your husband right now, but Kit is helping me with the business.”
“Oh, he is, is he?” Desi’s smile had a bit of the devil in it, and Sam sent me a wink.
“He’s so talented.” After a very pregnant pause, I added, “In business.”
Sam and Desi cracked up, and Desi stroked his chin. “Maybe I should invest inhisbusinesses.”
“Honestly, if he’s into that sort of thing, you would do pretty well. A couple of weeks ago I spent the night at one of his hotels, and it isgorgeous. Nice amenities, excellent staff, the works. He tells me to keep an eagle eye on the profit margins but never skimp out on the details.”
“That’s often the difference between failure and success,” Desi said, and something told me he knew what he was talking about.
Sam, however, wanted to get back to what was going on between me and Kit. “So, he freaked out. What happened then?”
I blew out raspberries. “We were on the way to getting it back together when Rowdy walked in on us.”
They groaned in unison and Desi asked, “What’d Kit do then?”
“He left.”
Sam looked stricken for me. “Heleft?”
“He later apologized, but then I forced him to get an MRI on that knee of his?—”
“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “You got Kit Baker into an MRI machine? Tell me your sorcery.”
“Sadie and I almost had to strap him to Betsy. Basically, I kidnapped him.”
“Think she’d be willing to take on my husband?”
“Maybe. She was pretty good at forcing his hand.”
I gave a short laugh, then sighed.
“What’s this?” Desi asked. “How’d the MRI go?”
“The scan itself went fine, but then we were sitting there with my boss, who was telling him his diagnosis and the course of action, and he . . .”
I clenched my jaw, not sure I wanted to get into it again.
“He what?” Sam asked.
“He was rude to her. And to me. So, I went for a walk to clear my head and ran straight into the last sugar daddy.”
“A complete asshole,” Sam explained to Desi.
“Yep. Then guess who swooped in to ‘save’ me, then apologized all over himself?”
Desi and Sam shared a pained look.
I lifted a shoulder. “He did feel bad enough to agree to the procedure that Dr. K recommended. So, there’s that.”
The table went quiet. God, I really knew how to bring down a vibe.
