Featherbed (Vino & Veritas, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

but he’d been with us less than a week, and already he seemed to take great delight in correcting any wrong assumptions on my part about Vermont life.

There are some big farms in that area, including that hot chicken guy’s, I think.” “There’s a hot chicken guy?” I had to blink.

Ayam Cemani

Oz attempted to shift one carton in midair, causing the squawking inside to intensify. Trying to step around my mother, he lurched the other way and— Riiiiiip. The side came loose.

But I should have made the command clearer because Oz set the boxes down and lunged for the door. And somehow, someway, we ended up with Oz outside the stockroom while my mother and I were left to contend with the angry escapees.