“You’re in a good mood,” Jarvis observed.
“Am I?” Xander asked, aware that he’d come back to work whistling.
“You’re smiling while doing paperwork.”
He’d had what felt like a permanent grin stuck on his face since lunch. It probably made him look like a total love-struck goofball, but what did he care? He was. “Guess I am. No reason not to be in a good mood. It’s a beautiful day, and the citizens of our fine county have been behaving themselves.”
“That the only reason?” Essie asked, her eyes bright with mischief and an unabashed hope.
“Might not be,” Xander conceded.
“Heard you were sharing a milkshake with Kennedy up at Crystal’s earlier. In your old booth.”
“So we were,” he said easily. He’d wanted the word spread quickly. Mission accomplished. And he couldn’t really resent Essie’
