“It’s not snowing, yet,” Marty said when they left the restaurant. “Feel like walking to work off our meals?”
“Sure. Why not? It’ll be more fun than apartment cleaning. What time do you have to be at work?”
“Tuesday at six.”
Trey grinned as they started walking. “Is that your not too subtle way of saying you’ve got Sundays and Mondays off?”
“Yep. What about you?”
“Normally, the shop is closed Sunday and Monday, unless we’re dealing with a holiday, like now, then it’s up for grabs. This week, I’m open tomorrow, and closed Christmas day.”
“Got any plans for the big day?”
Trey’s expression darkened. “No. Well, opening presents from my family and then calling them. After that, I’ll probably go to a movie. It’s what I usually do. Find a couple I want to see and space out to kill time.”
