"No shit!"
Parker slapped one knee. "It's over there—ha, ha—art . . . "
"Well it was, is," Patrick said.
"Yes, yes, no doubt."
Parker dropped him off at the Depresso. "Thanks for the raise."
"You earned it, Patrick. See you in the morning."
Patrick skipped down the stone steps to the Depresso patio. Willow was reading at a table, leaning back, her long legs stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles.
"Hey, Willow."
"Hello, Patrick. Hungry already?"
Patrick patted his stomach. "You make great sandwiches, but—I'm celebrating. I got a raise."