“No. I mean, it’s my mug, but this isn’t my Keurig pod. I had a whole stash hidden in my desk drawer, but somebody apparently raided it last night and yoinked all my pods. This is the office sludge.”

“Is nothing sacred?” Drue said, her tone mocking. “Shall I call the cops?”

“I don’t like the idea of somebody rifling through my stuff, okay? I mean, if you want my coffee, just ask. Don’t go stealing.”

“It wasn’t me,” Drue said. “I drink whatever’s free and available.”

He shook his head, still annoyed. “Are your calls as nutty as mine this morning?”

“Oh yeah. I just had a guy call and claim he was rear-ended by the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile.”

“Okay, that could be lucrative,” Jonah said. “Or just plain lewd.”

“Except that there were no witnesses, he didn’t file an accident report and, oh yeah, the guy admits he had his driver’s license lifted two years ago for multiple DUIs.”

Jonah sighed and dumped the remains of his coffee into the sink. “It must be the full moon. I had a lady who wants to hire Brice to sue FedEx because one of their trucks cut her off in traffic and when she slammed on the brakes her dog got whiplash.”

Drue giggled despite herself. “Seriously? What kind of dog?”

“German short-haired pointer. She claims he would have been a best-in-show contender in the Westminster Kennel Club, but since the accident, he refuses to point. Now she says she’s missing out on thousands and thousands of dollars’ worth of stud fees.”

Jonah glanced up at the clock on the break room wall. “Okay, I gotta get back in there.” He started toward the door, but then turned and came back.

“Hey, um, are we good?”

“I guess. Even though you apparently found a way to resurrect that slip-and-fall case that should have been mine.”

His face flushed. “I told Wendy she should send the client back to you. It was just dumb luck that when she called the second time the call was routed to me.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Drue said lightly. “The way it worked out, Zee asked my dad if I could help interview a witness to that accident. It was a pretty cool experience.”

“I’m glad. You know, I hate the way things started out with us. That first night at Sharky’s? I swear, Drue, that’s not who I am. I know you think I’m your typical horndog, but I’m not.” He lowered his voice. “I wish you’d give me a do-over.”

“Do-over?”

“Let me take you out. We start from scratch.” He stuck out his hand. “‘Hi, I’m Jonah. Actually not the random asshole you met at a bar who was trying way too hard to prove to the boss’s daughter that he was way cool.’”