Cat’s brows shot up as Lucas slid the plate across the counter. “I’m impressed. I wouldn’t have assumed you ate real food much less cooked it,” she teased. “I’m curious, what did you think I ate?” he asked as he grabbed a fork and a knife for her. She smiled. “I don’t know, bats… small critters you happen upon in the underworld.” Lucas handed her a napkin. “Nah, bats don’t really have that much meat on them,” he retorted with a grin of his own.

Cat’s brows shot up as Lucas slid the plate across the counter. “I’m impressed. I wouldn’t have assumed you ate real food much less cooked it,” she teased. “I’m curious, what did you think I ate?” he asked as he grabbed a fork and a knife for her. She smiled. “I don’t know, bats… small critters you happen upon in the underworld.” Lucas handed her a napkin. “Nah, bats don’t really have that much meat on them,” he retorted with a grin of his own.

– Brynn Myers –

The Echoed Life of Jorja Graham

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