Chapter 16

“Dinner. I got home too late to make supper.”

“They have real food here.”

“Good, ‘cause I’d kill for a burger.”

He told the waitress as much when she returned with their drinks. She snorted. “We’d prefer you don’t. It makes such a mess. Rare, medium, well?”

“Definitely rare. Seared on the outside, red in the center.”

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Lyle grimaced, but didn’t say anything about Damien’s culinary choices.

Damien must have caught his expression because he grinned. “So I’m a carnivore. Shoot me.”

“Naw. With my luck I’d miss and hit the guy at the next table. Then you’d have to defend me, they’d kick us out on our ears, and we’d have to go on the run because he’d die before they got him to the hospital.”

“Damn, Lyle. What the hell kind of books do you read?”

“Mostly ones about clothing over the past thousand plus years,” Lyle replied without batting an eye. “And the occasional mystery or thriller.”

“That’s an interesting mix. The clothing ones are for work, I take it.”