“Now.”Chloe got up from the table and crossed to the kitchen, taking the sandwich.“Thanks.”
“Welcome.”Bailey dug into the bag and came up with another sandwich.“Gwen?”
“I can’t eat that this early.”Coffee in hand, Gwen wandered into the living room to curl up on the sofa.
Chloe unwrapped her breakfast.“Ugh, there’s egg on this.”
“It comes with egg,” Bailey pointed out.
“I don’t like it with egg.”
“Then take it off.Do you want the cappuccino or the mocha?”
“Mocha.”
“Damn.”Bailey passed it over, then stripped off her jacket to reveal a black scoop-necked sweater and stepped around the counter into the kitchen.“Where’s your sugar bowl?”
“Counter, left of the fridge.”Chloe peeled the egg off her sandwich and tossed it back in the greasy bag.“Thanks for breakfast.”
“And the coffee,” Gwen chimed in.
“And the coffee.”Picking up both, Chloe shuffled into the living room to curl up on the sofa opposite Gwen.“You okay?”
“Tired,” Gwen said, sipping her coffee without opening her eyes.“Bailey woke me up at six-thirty.”
“Why?”
“Because I had an idea,” Bailey said from the kitchen.“You’re out of ketchup.”
“It’s behind the milk,” Chloe said and bit into her sandwich.The delightful combination of biscuit, bacon, and processed cheese had her sighing in delight.It was absolutely disgusting, and absolutely delicious.“What idea?”
“What?”
Chloe swallowed.“What idea?”she repeated.
“A brilliant one.”Bailey carried her food over to the coffee table and sat cross-legged on the floor.“Are you wearing a pushup bra?”
“Yes,” Chloe mumbled around a mouthful of food.
“Why?”Gwen wondered.
Bailey rolled her eyes.“Do you have to ask?I assume all that banging means they’re downstairs.”
Chloe sipped her mocha.“And next door.”
“The apartment.”Bailey nodded.“Is she going to take it?”
“I don’t know.”Chloe turned to Gwen.“Are you going to take it?”
Gwen took off her glasses, used the blanket spread across the back of the sofa to polish the lenses, then slid them back on.“I’m thinking about it.”
“She’s going to take it,” Bailey said and, unfolding the paper wrap on her sandwich, squirted a glob of ketchup onto the corner.“She always does that with her glasses when she’s made up her mind but she thinks she hasn’t.”
“I do not,” Gwen protested, then blinked.“Do I?”
“You do,” Bailey confirmed then turned to Chloe.“Anyway, back to my idea.”
“Do you know what she’s talking about?”Chloe asked Gwen.
