“You’ve earned it ten times over,” Garrett said, going around to sit in the high-backed chair on my left.

He handed the silver serving spoon across to Valerie.

“Valerie and I can wrap up the contract details with Frank while you rest down in New Mexico,” Garrett added.

“What about the pending credit line with Dale Owens at First National?” I asked.

Garrett adjusted his silver wristwatch before he picked up his fork.

“Dale is fully on board with our timeline, as long as we show a unified executive structure on December fifteenth,” Garrett said smoothly.

I let my right thumb rub against my knuckle under the tablecloth.