“I’ve noticed that.” He’d ... what? “Between the two of us, we’ll keep her fortified.”
June giggled.
Giggled.
Did Mo even realize the effect he was having on the poor woman?
Probably not.
“Sounds like a plan.” June’s smile was radiant. She was too young for Mo. Well, okay. No, she wasn’t. But ...
Bronwyn gave herself a mental shake.
She lifted a lid. A huge sandwich, cut in fourths, all diagonals, rested on the plate. “How am I supposed to eat this? I’ve already had brunch with Grandmother and a doughnut today. And apparently, Cassie is providing my supper.”
“Ms. Pierce, most people eat more than twice a day,” June told her. “I’ve seen the sandwiches your grandmother makes for brunch. Unless you ate a dozen, they barely counted as a snack. One doughnut? Also a snack. So you’ve had two snacks today.”
June lifted another lid and revealed a salad. “Besides, this isn’t all yours. Mr. Quinn said you would split it.” Another lid. Another salad. “I had them put the salads on separate plates.” She turned to Mo. “And they cut the sandwich for you like you asked.”
“I can see why Bronwyn loves you, June.”
Bronwyn sat down. Even when it wasn’t directed at her, Mo’s voice was ...phew. If he ever started talkingtoher? She might pass out. Or throw herself at him.
She swallowed and asked, “Since the two of you are managing me, what did you decide we’re having for lunch?”
“The sandwich is a club with avocado. The salad is the house salad.” June glanced at Mo again. “They put the dressing on the side, but they may not have sent enough. Should I—”
Mo held up a hand. “I’m sure it will be fine. You’ve done more than enough. Thank you.”
June pinched her lips together, then turned to Bronwyn. “I’ll, um, leave the cart here. You can pile the dishes on there when you’re done. I’ll have housekeeping come clear it whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you.”
June winked at her and walked to the door. And she ... did she fan herself as she left?
Bronwyn stared at the food in front of her. Despite what June and Mo seemed to think, she didn’t forget to eat. She’d just learned to deal with being hungry. She was careful to never skip meals entirely. But sometimes, she didn’t have time to stop for lunch, so she munched and nibbled throughout the day.
But this was so much better. She took a triangle of the club sandwich and bowed her head.Lord, I’m in a mess here. Thankyou for the food and for the man who provided it. Please show me what to do...
Five minutes later, the clacking of computer keys stopped, and Mo stood, stretched, and approached the table. He grabbed half of the sandwich and his salad and sat at the end of the conference table. His phone rang and he answered it. “Yo.”
“How’s it going?” Meredith’s voice came through the phone.
“Good. You’re on speaker. Bronwyn’s here.”
The zing that went through her when he said her name almost distracted her from Meredith’s greeting.
“Bronwyn?” Meredith said her name again.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“I have more thoughts about your office. Could I swing by tonight?”
“I wish you could, but I have plans.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
