Chapter 8“Those were damned good burgers,” Zeke said, having demolished two of them.
Greg nodded, finishing the last of the one he’d ordered. He grinned once his mouth was empty, replying, “When you said you were hungry you weren’t kidding.”
“Nope. I never kid about food.” He downed the remainder of his soda before asking, “Now what?”
“Twice around the block to work off supper, then back to the house so you can pick up your car and head home.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Not really, but we both work tomorrow and it’s already nine.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Zeke flagged down the waitress to get the check, then paid it over Greg’s protests that he should pay his share. “Left or right?” he asked when they were outside.
“I don’t care. Left, I guess.”
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