The rest area was empty this time of night, so we had the place to ourselves, save for the employees and janitors milling about.
Jax found a table near a wall of windows that gave us a clear view of the car. I took a seat across from Jax, eyes wide, as he dug into his mountain of food. And that was no exaggeration. He'd ordered six bacon cheeseburgers, a large fry, onion rings, a jumbo soda, and a milkshake. He unwrapped the first burger and ate half of it in one bite.
"You're seriously going to eat all that food?" I asked.
He washed down his food with a drink of his soda, then said, "You don't think I can?"
"No." Vampire or not, that much food would make anyone sick.
Jax grinned, and my stomach dropped in that way it did when on a rollercoaster. "What do I get if I do eat it all?" he asked.
"What do you want?" I asked before I could think about the implication of my words. Averting my gaze, I busied myself with opening my chicken sandwich.