Epilogue
Dyo’s back was to his office door when Tandy entered. He turned to see her entering with two cups of coffee and some papers in her hand.
“I think I’m falling for this guy,” Dyo said.
“Ya think?” Tandy asked as she handed him a cup of coffee. “You’ve been staring out the window with a big dumb smile on your face every time I walk in here, and it’s been that way since you’ve gotten back from Miami.”
“He made me dinner last night,” Dyo said, a huge grin on his face.
“Let me guess,” Tandy said. “Beef Wellington on his rooftop terrace?”
“No, spaghetti sauce made from jar. We ate it on his couch and snuggled afterwards, and watched bad TV shows.”
“Precious, but still in his penthouse though, right?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“I’m not knocking you. I’m glad you’re happy. It’s kind o
