Chapter 7

“Is there, um, anything I can get you? Something to eat maybe?”

Chad was definitely hungry, but he didn’t want to put Jeff out. “No, I’m fine,” he said just as his stomach growled loudly, outing him as a liar.

Jeff grinned. “What do you want? I’ll run and get us some dinner.”

Chad quirked an eyebrow at him. How had it become an “us” for dinner? But the man stood strong, waiting for an answer.

“Fine. I wasn’t looking forward to hospital food, to be honest. Really, anything nearby.”

“You like Charlie’s over on Third Street?”

Chad nodded. When he’d moved to town, Charlie’s had been highly recommended and he loved it so much, he grabbed dinner there at least once a week. “Their Number Three with cheese and mayo only and medium curly fries.”

“Anything to drink?”

“No, I’m really just drinking ice water,” he answered, tilting his head toward the glass on the small side table.

“Got it. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Jeff flashed Chad a smile before he slipped out the door.