Blacksmith Restaurant Jackson Tn の小説・ストーリー

“I can’t go back to Silverpine until the curse is lifted.” “I need to remember that,” she affirmed. “Hungry?” “I am,” she said and grinned. Her appetite was almost as large as mine. We went back down to the lobby; Byron was still at the desk. “Where’s a good place to eat?” I asked. His smile grew wide. “Definitely Neutral Ground.” “Interesting name,” I remarked. “It’s a local safe haven,” he almost whispered. His eyes darted around the lobby, then landed back on me. “Jaime is the owner and doesn’t tolerate any shifter shenanigans, so everyone can enjoy it.”

And I was addicted to murder podcasts which helped me fall asleep at night. “We’re good thanks,” said the beta dismissively. “Are you sure I can’t get you something to eat?” I persisted, “our pancakes are to die for. Voted best in the town for the past five years running.” “Isn’t there like only three restaurants in this town?” he pulled the girl in closer and gave her a kiss on the temple, “are you ready to go babe? We need to hit the road.” Smart ass. Actually, the town of Stonemountain had six restaurants fuck you very much. And one didn’t even serve pancakes. But I let the dig slide. The girl nodded and he dug some crumpled bills from his jean pocket.

“We have crossed paths before. By the way, Zayn, I am Dylan Jackson. The CEO of Jackson’s Pour.” "I recall you as well. We became massive business rivals during an event months ago.” Zayn acknowledged Dylan's words. “He is right. No wonder he chose this restaurant. This restaurant is currently choosing and dealing with various liquor companies.” Oh, crap.