Tracey watched Joanna dash down the marble halls like they were a concrete basketball pad. Her ability to make any space seem comfortable was one of the things Tracey loved about Joanna. Even back in the worst days of living in someone else’s basement, Joanna made it all feel like camp instead of exile.
“I think you owe her an apology.” Edward’s voice was surprisingly gentle in its firmness.
“I know. I’ll find her after fight club and buy her lunch. I was a pretty big fool.” Tracey dropped her head onto the table top and was surprised to feel her father’s strong hand on her shoulder.
“The right man will come along, Tracey. You don’t have to push it.”
“You know how it is,” came her standard reply, “If you want to find a prince you’ve got to kiss a few frogs.
She stood up, before Edward could respond and beckoned Joey to join them.
The poor man looked so out of place here in the club. It was everything that he wasn’t, but rather than making him look rough and unpolished, Joey seemed to make his surroundings look pretentious and artificial. It was one more surprise in her short history with Joey Dreus.
She reached for his hand, and shook it.
“Thank you for everything, Joey. You are a true tradesman, and I am sorry for underestimating you.”
Joey was looking flustered, and his ears were turning red, whether from anger or embarrassment she couldn’t tell. It was like they spoke different languages and everything that came out of her mouth ended up in confusion.
“Am I fired?” came the reply.
It was Tracey’s turn to blush as she turned on her father.
“You didn’t tell him why you wanted to see him? You just summoned and he came?” Tracey laughed, and shook her head. She patted Joey on the shoulder as she walked away.