She looked stunned. “Wow. That went by fast. When I go to the office I usually at least have soup and some coffee, but I’ve been working here all day.” She fixed on his injuries. “My gosh, what happened to you? Did you fall off your motorcycle?”
“Slipped in the shower. Valentine has pizza downstairs. You might want to hurry before he finishes it.”
“Good idea. Hey, are you doing all right?”
She obviously knew nothing about his dilemma. Her entire world revolved around Hummingbird. But it was nice that she had asked.
“No complaints. Look, if you ever take a break, there’s a place nearby that has good tequila.”
“I love tequila.”
“Well, then.”
“How about next weekend? I know you work long hours.”
“Thanks for noticing.” He grinned. “I know you keep kind of busy, too.”
She looked at her note-clad walls. “It’s crazy, isn’t it? But it feels cool to be, I don’t know, building something. Particularly something that people need and could help them.”
“Beats what I do for a living. Now, go get the pizza. If he puts up a fight come get me.”
“Thanks.”
She fled down the stairs. A few moments later Devine heard Valentine cry out, “Hey, no, that’s . . . oh well, you already bite into it. So America. But hey, I am American now, so is all cool.”
Devine snagged his bike helmet and went out the back door.