“You’re supposed to tell him I’m a horrible cook, so he’ll go away and leave us alone.” Declan made an odd noise that sounded somewhat like a strangled cough. Georgie glanced at Declan. “He’ll never believe me. He likes your burgers.” “You have to convince him. Be charming. Use your Edger wiles.” Georgie furrowed his eyebrows in thought and looked at Declan. “Don’t eat her fried chicken. It tastes good, but she puts rat poison in it.” The inscrutable mask on Declan’s face shattered. He leaned forward and laughed.
