Sue blew out a breath and went off to check on other customers.
“I think I spooked her,” Pete said, chewing with his mouth open, specks of breaded onion flying across the table.
We ate in silence for a few minutes until Pete looked up at me. “So, where did you two meet? How long have you known each other?”
I felt Devon’s eyes on me. He waited for me to say something, and when I kept forking iceberg lettuce into my mouth, shifting awkwardly in my seat, he finally said, “Online.”
Pete looked up at us. “How’s that going for ya?”
“Tim is the kind worth keeping,” Devon said.
“Yeah? How’s the s*x?” He looked at me. “Does he give good blowjobs?”
Devon’s fork dropped out from between his fingers, the utensil clattering against his plate. He crunched his face into a sneer. “Pete, for f**k’s
