“I’d fed Bob, her cat, since she’d been so tactful earlier and deserved some reward. Tact does not come naturally to Amelia.
Bob ignored his kibble in favor of watching Quinn fry bacon, and I was slicing tomatoes. I’d gotten out the cheese and the mayonnaise and the mustard and the pickles, anything I could imagine a man might want on a bacon sandwich. I’d pulled on some old shorts and a T-shirt, while Quinn had gotten his bag from his truck and put on his workout clothes—a tank top and worn shorts made from sweat material.
Amelia gave Quinn a top-to-bottom scan when he turned back to the stove, and then she looked at me, grinning broadly. “You guys have a good reunion?” she said, tossing her shopping bags on the kitchen table.
“Up to your room, please,” I said, because otherwise Amelia would want us to admire every single thing she’d bought. With a pout, Amelia snagged the bags and carried them upstairs, returning in a minute to ask Quinn if there was enough bacon for her.
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