Vic raised an eyebrow. “Just a muffin? You’re no fun.”
“Fine,” I relented. “Make it a croissant.”
“Atta girl,” she said, turning to the barista. “And I’ll take a caramel macchiato and a slice of that chocolate cake.”
“Breakfast of champions,” I muttered under my breath, earning a laugh from Vic.
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We found a table near the window, and Vic wasted no time diving into her cake.
“So,” she said between bites, “spill. How’s life with the Triplets?”
I hesitated, taking a sip of my latte to buy time. “It’s… good.”
“‘Good’?” she repeated, narrowing her eyes. “That’s all I get? Come on, Amber. Give me the details.”
“What details?” I asked, playing dumb.
Vic rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. You know exactly what I mean. Are they treating you right? Are they driv
