That was more of an invitation than Brody even required. Grinning, the red-haired girl moved to the chair beside him, pulling herself up to the table with glee, and reaching for the nearest free fork. "Always a man after my own heart, you are," she assured him, reaching for a slice of bread. Taking a bite, she could barely suppress a groan. Perfectly toasted and so garlicy, perfect.

"Vin, I think I just had a breadgasm, holy shit."