Andrew waved his cousin over.“Ready for your check?” She removed the little order pad from her pocket.“I’m done, but I think I want to take a sandwich over for Beth.” He fidgeted under Trina’s speculative look. “She didn’t take a lunch break, but she needs something to eat.”“That’s nice of you,” Trina mused, one eyebrow rising higher than the other. “What’s her favorite?”“Turkey on wheat with lettuce, tomato, and honey mustard.” The answer came so promptly, even Andrew had to laugh. Trina grinned and scampered off, disappearing into the kitchen.Yes, he’d gotten to know his boss pretty well. And most of it came from observation, because even though she wasn’t one to mince words, most of her spouting had little to do with Beth-the-Person. Beth-the-Person tried to remain aloof. But Andrew had finally peeked beneath the surface.This had been a rough week. He’d seen it in the tense set of her shoulders, the creases in her forehead, and the tightness of her voice.
