Chapter 24

“Hey, Archie.”

“Hi.” He smiled back at Preston.

“The one with no bun is mine.”

“I know, Captain.” Archie set it in front of him.

“Call me Ames.”

“Justice likes bread…Ames.”

“That I do.” I took my plate.

“He likes French fries, too. Dawn said to tell you she held your fries with the bun.”

Though I smirked, Preston frowned at that. “I would have eaten the fries. I’m allowed one carb a day.”

“Oh.” Archie bit his lower lip. “I could get some.”

“Whose are those?” I asked, nodding toward the huge plate of thick-cut, hot enough to hiss potatoes left on the tray.

“Mine. It’s my lunch break. Dawn gave me a double helping. Hey.” Archie’s face lit up. “I can share.” He pulled over a chair.