Cruel Summer (Seasons of Revenge, #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“He walked us across the street,” Kat says, like it means something monumental. The hopeless romantic. I’m pretty sure she could find a serial killer romantic if you gave her enough time.

“So you agree? You think you’re really pretty,”

“Babe, you can come in here every single night, drop your troubles on me for as long as you’d like so long as it means you come in and keep me company.”

“I believe I was told you’d feed me?” I ask with a smile. “Got maybe three minutes before Frank rings the bell. Already put in your order,” he says with a smile. “How’d you know what I want? “Because you never know what you want when you come in here. You just stare at the menu until I give you a suggestion and you agree to eat that.”