Chapter 16

“You must eat out a lot,” was Boon’s only comment.

“Mexican, Chinese, or Italian?” Ryan asked as he picked up the phone.

“Mexican. Combination plate with two chicken enchiladas, and a large horchatato drink.”

“Horchata?”

“Mexican drink. Cinnamon rice milk. There’s sugar and vanilla in it, too. I love it with spicy Spanish food.”

He insisted on paying for his share and was relieved Ryan didn’t argue with him. They ate in the living room on the black leather couch, feet on the chrome-and-glass coffee table, watching baseball on the plasma screen. Then they curled up together on the couch and talked about growing up.