so we just sort of stood there not touching, which to be honest is my preferred form of greeting.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, his voice flat, neutral, unreadable.
Daisy walked up behind me and held out her hand, then shook Davis’s forcefully.
“Daisy Ramirez, Holmesy’s best friend. We had a canoe puncture.”
“We hit a rock and landed on Pirates Island,” I said. “You know these people?” Lyle asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine, thanks, Lyle. Can I get you guys anything? Water? Dr Pepper?”
“Dr Pepper?” I said, a bit confused. “Wasn’t that your favorite soda?”
I just blinked at him for a second and then said, “Um, yeah. I’ll have a Dr Pepper.”
“Lyle, can we get three Dr Peppers?” “Sure thing, boss,” Lyle answered, and took off on the golf cart.
Daisy’s glance at me said, I told you he’d remember, and then she wandered off.
Davis didn’t seem to notice. There was something sweetly shy about the way he looked at me,
glancing at, and then away from, my face, his brown eyes bigger than life through his glasses.
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