“Not all fat asses are created equal. I’m going to do a little reorganizing in my office. It
relaxes me.”
“Your office is already organized to Obsessiveville,” Emma pointed out.
“It’s where I live, where I make my home.”
“Nag the girl while you finish setting the table,” Mrs. Grady ordered. “I haven’t got all day.”
“We’re eating on the terrace because, holiday.” Mac picked up a stack of plates, shaking her
head when Carter started to take them from her. “Uh-uh, cutie. Grab something unbreakable.”
“Good thought.”
“We’re having mimosas, like grown-ups.” Emma handed Carter the bread basket. “What
this is, is a prelude for our vacation next month, where every day’s a holiday”
“I’ll tend bar.” Jack hefted the champagne and a pitcher of orange juice.
“Someone should’ve woken me up. I’d have given you a hand with this, Mrs. G.”
“Under control.” Mrs. Grady flicked her spatula. “Get the rest out there.We’ll be ready in
two minutes.”