“Good to know. Since I won’t be seeing you, have a nice Christmas.”

“You do the same.”

“Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime.”

Sam slapped her phone closed. “Let me see your phone.”

“Why?”

“So I can look up the doctor’s office address.”

“You could do that on the iPad,” he said, gesturing to the screen that was mounted to her dash.

“I’d rather do it on your phone.”

“Why? Because you never bothered to learn how to use the iPad?”

“Why do I need to know how to use it when you do?”

“For times like this when I’m driving.”

“Give me your phone, or you’re fired.”

Rolling his eyes, he dug the phone out of his back pocket and handed it over to her. “P.S., you can’t fire me for not letting you use my personal phone.”

“You wanna bet?”

“No, I don’t. You’d lose.”

“What’s your code?”

“I’m not required to provide that information.”

“Freddie!”

Laughing, he said, “Six, two, zero, three.”

Sam punched in the numbers. “Now what do I do?”

“Oh my freaking God.”

“Are you swearing and using the Lord’s name in vain?”

“You drive me to it.”

“My work with you is nearly finished.”

“Click on the blue icon with the red-and-white dial. That will get you to a thing called the World Wide Web. From there, you can conduct your search for the doctor’s office address.”

“Now was that so hard?”

“It’s excruciating to realize you have no idea how to use a smart phone.”

“Again, why do I need to know that when I have you?”

“For times when I can’t be at your beck and call, such as when I’m driving.”