Chapter 7

A mouth full of juicy white breast meat, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and rye delayed any response.

“Answer me!” Low-fat dressing spittle came with the demand.

“Jeeze, woman!” Ben swiped a wad of real mayo from his downturned mouth.

“Sorry.” Kat took a sip of water. “Food deprived.”

“Understood.” Ben accepted the apology, then guzzled some sports drink. “Will you come, too?”

“One wing woman at your service. Now give me the other half of your sandwich.”

After handing it over, Ben decided to look into another sport.

“Whatcha watching?” Kat’s eyes rolled back in a way only Tanya and a turkey club could make happen, Ben thought.

“This guy.” He turned the phone screen her way.

“Igor.” Kat raised both brows.

“Just checking him…It out. What he does. Weightlifting.”

“Uh-huh. Because you’ve been meaning to do that a while, now.”

“Maybe, I have, Suzy Sarcasm.”