Dirty Daddies Underground
he says, his voice calm and clear, “you will eat three proper meals a day.”
“I do eat,” I mutter.
“You snack and survive on caffeine. That’s not eating,” Nathan replies, not even looking up as he writes it down. “Three balanced meals. Minimum.”
Theo snickers beside me but wisely stays under the blanket.
“Second,” Nathan continues, “you’re drinking two full liters of water a day. Not coffee. Not soda. Water.”
I groan. “You’re going to drown me.”
“We’ll measure it out,” Mason says cheerfully. “You’ll live.”