A TASTE OF SIN
The lie tasted sour, but it came out smoother than I expected.
Sophie let out a small huff, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You and your ‘equipment stuff.’ Fine, but hurry up. It’s getting dark and I’m starving. We’re still doing burgers, right?”
Burgers. Right. The plan we’d made three days ago when everything still felt safe and uncomplicated.
“Yeah. Burgers. Give me… ten minutes? Fifteen tops.”
“Fifteen,” she warned, playful but pointed. “I’m timing you, Liam Pierce. Don’t make me eat cold fries because you’re slow.”