A Honeybun and Coffee

By Sam Cheever

“This does sort of taste like chicken.” Angie told him, surprise in her voice. “You’re good.”

Alastair grinned at her. “I have to admit you stretched my abilities with that request. I’m glad you like it.”

Angie nodded. “We need to have a plan you know.”

Alastair swallowed his last bite of fish and wiped his mouth. Standing up he carried their plates into the kitchen. Angie got up to help him.

“Well, the first thing we need to do is call work and tell them we won’t be in for a few days.” He looked at Angie. “That’s going to be a bit more complicated for you I’m afraid.”

Angie frowned and nodded. “I’ll tell Petey to call a few people. I’ll have to promise him a manager’s bonus for covering for me.” Angie looked up and smiled, “He’s very ambitious for a nineteen year old.”

Alastair laughed, “A kid after my own heart.”

They worked in silence for a few moments, lost in their own thoughts. Alastair washed and rinsed the dishes and handed them to Angie to dry. She managed to find a spot in the cabinets for each of their dishes.

Angie finally broke the silence. “Have you had any luck remembering what you might have seen that would make the thugs come after you?”

He shook his head. “I’ve gone over it and over it in my head. I can’t come up with anything.”

Angie placed the last glass in the cupboard. “Okay, let’s go over everything you’ve done over the last two weeks. I doubt it happened longer ago than that.”

Alastair nodded and grabbed two more bottles of beer out of the refrigerator. They sat down at the table again, across from each other.

“Okay, weekend before last.”

Alastair thought about it. “I got up on Saturday morning, did a couple of hours of work, then cleaned up and took my car to get the oil changed.”

Angie picked at the label on her beer bottle. “Then what?”

“I grabbed some lunch...”

“Where?”

He looked sheepish. “Actually I met some friends at Hooters.”

“Very classy.”

Alastair shrugged, “They love the place, they force me to go there at least once or twice a month.”

Angie grinned. “They force you?”

He grinned back, “Kicking and screaming.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“No really, I hate the place. Those women don’t turn me on in the least.”

“They don’t?”

He shook his head and the ghost of a smile sat on his lips. “No way. I prefer my women flat chested and ugly.”

She smacked his arm. “Ass.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sam Cheever
• Release date: Aug 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301309399

Sam Cheever

USA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.