Sloane sniffed the air. “It smells like McDonald’s in here, Ardie. Please tell me you did not go to McDonald’s.” “Okay, I didn’t go to McDonald’s.” Sloane walked over to the trash bin and pinched a fast food bag between her fingers, the remnants of a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit that Ardie had grabbed on her way into work. It had been delicious.
