Abigail
The lunch spot two blocks from Wolfe Corporation was a sanctuary.
"You're going to eat that? Or shall I?" Marcus wiggled his brows, ogling his sandwich when he had a heaping pile of fries on his plate. I swear, men were gluttons.
Kate leaned in beside me, her hair brushing my shoulders, and whispered loud enough for Marcus and Ted to hear, "Maybe if we pretend we can't hear him, he'll leave soon."
I snickered at the sour face Marcus made, throwing his shoulders up as he scoffed. "You two are going to miss me when I'm gone,"
"The only thing I'll be missing is your perfume," Kate said, slapping his hand away from her food.
"Oooh, so you like the way he smells," Ted cooed, and her face turned red like an overripe tomato.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I watched them tease her, biting into my sandwich when my mind did that thing again.
Wandering off to Finnegan Wolfe.
