“Call me Mara,” she said sweetly. “I told Cole already, Miss Cross sounds too much like I’m the boss.”
“What business are you in?” Red asked politely, offering her his arm.
“I’m an architect.”
“But she’s trying hard to forget the office,” Cole finally found his voice. “So we are duty bound to help her forget, my rotund, red haired friend!” He offered his arm on her other side.
“I beg your pardon! I’m not rotund, I’m solid!” He smacked his fist against his belly to demonstrate.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes