11
DOG GUY
“Did you tell her?” Tally demanded, hands on hips. “Tell me you told her.”
“I didn’t tell her.”
She smacked her own forehead. “Len, you had one job. Quarks alive, was it really that difficult?”
Kevin made chicken noises in the background, and Tally threw a pen at him, one of her favoured metal ballpoints. He ducked with practised ease despite the tray he was carrying. Normally, Lennox didn’t condone violence, but just for once, he wished she’d hit her target.
“I was going to tell her, I swear, but it would have been a fruitless exercise. She has a date tonight.”
“Not with you, I take it?”
“With some guy from her gym. He swooped in when she fell off the treadmill.”
Tally winced. “Ouch.”
“I know, it must’ve hurt like hell. Her ankle’s purple and twice the size it should
