It was beginning to bother Paul now too although it shouldn't have. Two men died of a heart attack, around the same time? It happened. It wasn't terribly unusual.
That really didn't ease his unrest, however.
But he glanced back at Vince with a slight smile, reaching for the coffee cup to take the final sip. "She squeezed your huge head out of a small hole, I think you can muster up more than an 'okay.'" Was that Vince, the man of a thousand words, clamming up in the face of uncertainty? That rarely happened. "But that's up to you, of course. If you do talk to her, tell her I said hi. Maybe I'll give her a call too."