“Gabriel, you owe me,” the woman said in a pleasant, familiar voice.
Amused, Gabriel paused with a fork of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. “How do you figure?”
She scoffed. “Don’t play stupid. You know I covered your ass.”
“I thought we were besties. Best friends cover for each other.”
The woman let out a ‘ha!’ and shook her head. “Where was that friendship when I asked you to distract him last week? Face it. You owe me and I will collect. With interest.”
He laughed and ate the spaghetti wrapped around the tines of the fork. And then he frowned, looking down at the full plate of pasta covered in a white creamy sauce with pieces of grilled chicken on the side. It all looked so appetizing and made his stomach roar with hunger, but he couldn’t taste it. There was also no delicious aroma
