She didn’t go with Italian, because she thought Jack picked it only to be contrary. And though she liked Chinese well enough, she wasn’t feeling lo mein and rice, either. So she opted for Vietnamese, which had an Asian flavor to satisfy Brandt’s craving and bánh mì sandwiches for Jack. She opted for the noodle bowl herself, with crispy spring rolls and shrimp. It was delicious and filling, and the restaurant she chose, Mekong, prided itself on its vast selection of domestic and imported beers, so they washed down their dinner in style. By the time the check came, Lori was more than a little drunk and glad she hadn’t been the one to drive. After the long day she’d had, she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up between her men and call it a night.
Together Jack and Brandt helped her to the
