Derek didn’t reply to Joe’s kidding suggestion that he hire him. Sure, he’s got a clean record, and he seems pretty smart. But I can’t afford an employee, even if he really is interested.
He checked the time and then shut down the computer. “What do you want for supper?”
“Food?” Joe replied, his expression very serious—until he grinned.
“Wiseass. Let’s go see what I’ve got to work with. It has to be something with chicken, since I took a pack of breasts out of the freezer this morning.”
No big surprise, Sherwat was prancing by the door to the garage so Derek let him out. Then he got out the chicken breasts, deeming them defrosted enough to work with. “Do you like Parmesan cheese?”
“I guess? Is that the one that stinks like smelly feet?”
“It is stinky, but not that bad,” Derek said as
