CHAPTER 7
Vik readjusted his crotch as casually as he could. Damn, he couldn't believe how quickly that at one hundred forty-seven years of age he had turned back into a teenager. Making out in a car in front of a busy restaurant was not something Vik had ever imagined doing, but damned if he wouldn't do it again. His mate knew how to f*****g kiss.
Walking into Twixie's, the smells of different foods cooking was the first thing that caught Vik's attention. His stomach rumbled, reminding him how long it had been since he had last eaten.
"Hey Vik, everyone is in the back room," Twix shouted out as he delivered a tray of food to Nancy and Curtis Baker, long-time residents of Crystal.
"Thanks, Twix. Hey, can I get your daily special?" Turning to Baldwin, Vik asked, "How about you, babe?"
