A Night Of Passion And Vulnerability

He shrugged. He had no idea what "marinated" chicken was, but those bars weren't half bad. Not the same as fresh bleeding liver from the belly of a cow, but they were okay.

She opened two packages and tossed him one. He caught it, chewed twice, and swallowed it down. He went over to the kitchen sink, and before he could hop up, she stopped him.

"I know it's not dignified, but until we are sure some gunman isn't waiting to take another shot at you, maybe I'd better leave a bowl of water on the table for you."

He shrugged and nodded. As long as she didn't put it on the floor, he didn't care. She found a flat-bottomed bowl, filled it with water, and set it in front of him. When he was done, she refilled it and put it back on the table.

"Now that we've had a wonderful dinner, what do you want to do now?"

Before he could answer, the phone started ringing. She picked it up.

"Hello? Yeah, Faith, the Sheriff was here at my place."