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For the next few hours, he focused on work because if he didn't, he wouldn’t stop thinking about Lexie and how much he wanted to kiss her again. She'd suggested meeting up later, but that was a bad idea, and he should probably make sure that didn't happen.
Tired of working and dealing with the conflict going on in his head, he got up from the table and moved into the kitchen, his gaze catching on the plate of brownies Lexie had dropped by earlier. He unwrapped the cellophane, the whiff of chocolate making his stomach rumble. He grabbed one, then another. They tasted absolutely delicious.
He took one more brownie and sat back down in front of his computer, reading his assistant's latest email. More problems in Singapore. He told her they'd talk in the morning. She reacted with surprise a few seconds later, asking if he was sick. He smiled to himself, telling her he was fine, but he needed a break, and she should take one, too.
As he closed his email program, he had to admit the brownies had made him feel remarkably better about the day. In fact, he wanted to go outside and get some air, feel the sun on his face.
Grabbing his keys, he headed out the door. He met up with Emmalyn at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello," he said cheerfully. "How are you today?"
She looked a little surprised. "I'm good. How about you?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Where are you off to?" she asked.
"The sand and the sea are calling my name," he said.
"Oh, okay. Enjoy yourself."
He moved through the parking lot as the white sand and sparkling blue-green sea beckoned to him.
Chapter Twelve
When Lexie entered the courtyard shortly after five, there were several people around the pool, which wasn't surprising since it was a warm Friday afternoon.
Josie was at the nearest table, and when she saw her, she jumped to her feet. "Lexie," she said sharply. "I've called you several times."
"Is something wrong?" she asked, moving over to the table where Josie had been playing cards with Margaret, Frank, and Emmalyn.
"Did you take the blue plate of brownies?"
"Uh…I took a plate. Why?"
"Where are they now? Are they in your apartment?"
"No. I gave them to Grayson hours ago. I told you I was going to."
"Oh no. You have to get them back," Josie said, unusual worry in her eyes. "You took the wrong plate of brownies, Lexie. You took the ones I made for Joan. And they were…enhanced."
"Enhanced?" she echoed. "What do you mean?"
"They had a special ingredient to help with her chemo symptoms."
"Are you saying…"
Josie met her gaze. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"Maybe Grayson didn't eat any. I'll talk to him."
"Grayson left about a half hour ago," Emmalyn interjected. "And what are you guys talking about? What was in the brownies?"
"Weed," she told Emmalyn.
"Oh, wow," Emmalyn said. "That explains it."
"Explains what?"
