He wanted to pat himself on the back for not grabbing one of the hot croissants he’d bought for Rye and consuming it on the drive up.“You know,” said Rye, who was lounging on the couch watching ESPN’s Sports Center when he walked into the den, “it’s a good thing we’ve been friends so long or you might have hurt my feelings ditching me like you did last night. I was all scared and lonely out here in the big bad woods.”“Sure you were, Red Riding Hood,” Rhett responded, knowing a line of bull when he heard it. “I brought you breakfast like I promised to soothe your shattered heart.”Rye swung his legs onto the floor and sat up, studying him. “From what I’m seeing, you’re the one who looks like his heart has been through the meat grinder. I take it our song didn’t work its intended magic—even though you’re doing the walk of shame this morning?”Yeah, thank God Arthur hadn’t mentioned that. Rhett had shed his coat jacket and tie, but he was still wearing the gray pants, white shirt, and shoes from the night before.
