Chapter 81
Before Darian could speak, Stacy sat back in his seat. “If we’re talking about food, I’ll take the sausage biscuit combo. I’ll pay you back. When do we get paid?” At Darian’s incredulous look, he asked, “What?”
Darian just shook his head, his faint smile almost forgotten on his face. “You’re—”
“Something else,” Stacy finished for him. With a grin of his own, he said proudly, “I know.”
Darian ordered the combo for him, two biscuits full loaded for himself, and a pitcher of iced tea to share. As he drove around to the pick-up window, he fished his wallet from his back pocket and tried to open it with one hand, the other on the steering wheel as he turned the corner. When that didn’t work, he handed the wallet to Stacy. “Can you get that twenty out of there?”