“There’s more.” I pause just as I’m about to return the case into the bag. Sending him a questioning look, I inch the front zipper open. This motherfucker. I wave the Cheetos in the air and raise a questioning brow. He grins like this is his best work. “In case you get hungry.” The Capri Sun wobbles in my hand. “It’s important that my staff stays hydrated.” Fucking hell.
