“You gonna eat that piece of ham, or can I have it?”
Stella, sitting on the big man"s knee, was eyeing his almost-finished dinner plate with the look of someone close to starvation. “If you must.”
Not waiting for a second prompt, Stella swept up the knife and fork and set about demolishing the ham with gusto. The big man laughed and crept his fingers up her spine. She giggled and spluttered, mouth full of food. “You"ll give me indigestion.”
“That"s not all I"m planning on giving you.”
She coughed and laughed but carried on eating, taking a scrap of bread to mop up the last of the grease on the plate. As she crammed it into her mouth, the swing doors opened and the second of the three strangers stood there, disdainfully. “Clifton, Shelby wants you outside right now. He"s addressing the
