She turned and smiled genuinely. Not her you’re a paying customer and I’m in a bad mood, but I’ll pretend I’m not smile, but the real deal. “Hey, Jeff. Back for lunch today?” He grinned and put his worn Marshall High ball cap on the bar in front of him. “Couldn’t help it. You convinced me to come...
They had tried to keep a running commentary on the season of football, but it had quickly died out as each would pause to listen ahead too often to bother talking. The tunnels echoed and the underground noises and echoing movement of their own feet kept them both on guard, wary of the girl and he...
He was hanging up his tack, staring at it like he was memorizing the placement on the peg board and table where he settled all the equipment. “Problem, Trace?” He rested his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Just giving everything a once-over. I like to see if elves have moved anything overn...