I tried Simon, then Caleb, then Simon again. When the calls went to voice mail, I texted Simon. Z here. Get C. Meet me @ car in 2 min . I filled a cup with coffee, grabbed a handful of napkins, and hurried back to Sabine's group. The pounding in my head grew stronger with each step. As I skirted between chairs and stood before Malcolm, who sat two feet away from Sabine, I forced a smile. "Malcolm?" I asked, hoping I sounded excited and not nervous. "Malcolm Donohue?" He tried to peer around me, but I leaned to one side, then the other. "You own Squeezed, right?" "Yes," he said reluctantly, leaning back in his chair. "Can I help you?" "You can--and you do. All the time. Your watermelon-guava smoothie is the best I've ever had." "That's nice. Thank you. Now, if you don't mind--" "You guys know what I'm talking about, right?" I nodded to Thomas and Greg, owners of Tommy's Tunes and Harbor Pets. "Best breakfast on the East Coast." "Excuse me," a soft voice said behind me. I spun around. My right foot landed on a leather purse on the floor, sending me off balance--and the cup of hot coffee I held onto Sabine's lap.
