"So that's the best breakfast spot in town, is it?" "Oh yeah," Mills says. "The one non-locals don't know about." "Are there a lot of non-locals down here clamoring for breakfast?" "Shut up, Ezra." “You love me.” Miller’s face goes beet red, and I can’t stop a cheesin’ grin. I pinch his check, and he grins down at his lap. I cup his neck with my hand. Warm neck.
