“Why’s that?” I asked, suddenly hungrier than I’d ever been in my life and pulling the menu from its place behind the condiments.
“I thought he’d organized her disappearance.”
“Whose? Rosie’s?”
“For damn sure.”
“You really did have him wrong all along, chief.”
“All right. Let’s not make me admit I was wrong about Tucker all over again. It’s becoming too much. Every time I have to say that out loud, a little baby muscle grows in Drew’s ego and sprouts up to make him love himself even more than he already does.”
My bark of laughter came so hard and fast from sheer surprise, and it turned into a hacking cough that only seemed to spur on Howard’s quiet chuckle of genuine humor.