“Lunch time, baby. What do you like from Wendy’s?” He shook himself into consciousness. “Um, taco salad?” I just stared at him. “Really? A salad?” Graham gave me a sleepy grin. “I have a lot of salads for lunch. But never for dinner.” “I didn’t know that. We never eat lunch together.” A sad expression passed through his eyes, but then he smiled again. “Some idiot thought we shouldn’t. Can’t remember why.” My heart gave a little kick just to hear him say that. “We’ll start now.”
