From her attic eyrie, Nell saw Afoniki leave, moving with a long, confident stride toward the street, a broad shouldered man falling into step behind him. Once he’d slid into a limo and pulled away, Nell grabbed her portfolio and clomped downstairs, happy to be back in shorts and boots. Sarah, who had to have heard her coming four flights away, waited at the bottom.
“Well?”
Nell grinned. “Rutabaga.”
Sarah’s brows shot up. “But the guy is—”
“There are very handsome rutabagas.” Probably. “You should study them instead of just whacking them to bits with your seriously huge chef knife.”
“I don’t have time to study my veggies when I’m cooking. Or when I’m not.” Sarah turned, heading back to the office, her cool summer dress a perfect frame for her tall, slim figure. Nell followed her, fing
