His lips quirked with skepticism. “Your breakfast was one of those quiche pastries from Panera. If you’re hungry, I’m feeding you. How about chicken fajitas?”
Her eyes lit up. “That would be a greatdinner.Seriously, I’m good with a sandwich.”
He shot her a glower. “Fine, but we’re using the Kaiser rolls.”
She grinned. “Of course. I haven’t met a form of bread I don’t love.”
15
A Different Idea
Savannah
Wewanderedintothekitchen, and Punc grabbed an armful of sandwich fixings while I opened the Kaiser rolls. He put down his haul and snatched the rolls from me.
“I can make my own sandwich, Punc.”
He shot me a sideways smile. “You can do a lot of things, Smythe, but I’m making you lunch.”
Being at loose ends always made me uncomfortable, so I went to the fridge and grabbed a ginger ale. “What are you drinking?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
I put his soda on the table and opened mine. “Cat’s spending the night at her friend’s house later.”
While he sliced a roll in half, he nodded. “I gathered that from what I overheard earlier.”
“That means we can spend the night at the clubhouse like you wanted.”
“We’ll play it by ear,” he said.
“You were pretty intent on that earlier.”
He stacked turkey, ham, and cheddar cheese on one of the split rolls. “Yeah, but I’d rather stick around here tonight in case someone comes through your backyard again. If there’s room in the garage, I’m putting my bike in there.”
I went to the pantry and grabbed a bag of potato chips. “Why? I would think you’d want to send the message that you’re around.”
He took two plates to the table and sat down. “I’d rather figure out if the person in the backyard was random or not.”
I settled in a chair across from him. “Sounds like you have a theory.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Not really, but I don’t see Frank doing that.”
“Okay,” I murmured, and bit into my sandwich.
“Despite you thinking your online admirer is an anonymous troll—”
I waved a hand at him and quickly swallowed. “How would they know my address?”
“People can trace your location from videos or photos posted on social media. That’s what Alanis tells me. It’s why she never posts pics of her kids unless they’re at a public place.”
My lips tipped up at that because she’d told me nearly the same thing. “Okay, fine. I guess we’ll stay here tonight.”
He swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “No, we’ll have dinner at the clubhouse, then come back here.”
“What about the food we bought?” I asked, taking a huge bite of my sandwich trying to keep up with his pace. He’d already decimated over half of his.
“It’ll keep. I’m guessing you haven’t done anything fun in a long time.”
