Chapter 152

“I left it in my truck.”

“So now you feel naked, right?”

Chip chuckled and replied, “Not yet, but soon.”

Fargo ignored the humor and said, “What are you going to whip up, my friend?”

“I hope you’re hungry because I’m making us Cutter omelets.”

“What’s a Cutter omelet?” Fargo asked, pulling out a chair at his three-person table, and had a seat, planning to watch Chip at work.

“Everything you see here. The only thing I’m missing is your help.”

“You want me to help?”

Chip turned away from the counter, eyed up Fargo with an ear to ear smile, and said, “I do. How well do you work in the kitchen?”

“Better as an assistant than a chef. I’m at your service, Mr. Cutter. I maybe can’t carry my weight at your side, but I’ll give it my best.”

“Your best is all I want, and maybe a kiss.”

Hell yeah, Fargo thought, left his coffee on the table, stood, and walked up to the counter. He brushed shoulders with Chip and asked, “What can I do to help?”