Page 19 of Recipe for a Curse

“Holy crap you’re warm,” I sighed. “I’m going to pass out in like two seconds.”

“Okay,” he agreed. Some of the tension seemed to ease out of him as he lay shoulder touching mine. “Thanks for the food.”

“I love feeding you.”

He sighed. “I’m always hungry.”

“I’ll work on that,” I promised, my eyes too heavy to stay open.

“It’s my curse.”

“To be hungry?” I wondered.

“Yes.”

“Well you’ve met the right guy,” I told him without opening an eye. “’Cause I’m a chef and love feeding people.” If Rio responded I was asleep and didn’t hear it.