passed over one sandwich. “Roast beef, mayo, provolone, salt, pepper, and oregano!” I called like a short-order cook. Killian rolled off the couch and bounded up like a jack-in-the-box, snatching the plate off the counter faster than my eye could calculate the speed. Ryan’s eyes widened. “Dude. Hungry?” Killian’s mouth was already full. He grunted in the affirmative.
