“Now I’m sick of talking,” Will continued, standing up and dishing her fruit and potatoes, as well. “No more plans. No more waiting. No more getting everything in place and all our ducks in a fucking row. Let’s do this.” And then he stopped with tongs in his hand and looked at her. “You like sausage?” Without waiting for her to answer, he just shrugged and put two links on her plate. She stared at him like he’d just pissed in the sink.
