Chapter Eight
Jake picked at the fries on his plate. Usually he didn't go in for the lunch special at the Midnight Diner, but he was too damned tired to make anything at home.
Peggy refilled his coffee with a glance at his half-eaten burger. "Everything to your liking, Chief?"
He smiled and tapped the side of his head. "Fine. Thinking too much instead of eating."
The waitress moved off.
Jake picked up the burger and took a bite. The swelling on his nose had gone down and he looked nothing like he had almost a week ago, when he'd lost his temper and almost his relationship with Angela.
And Hunter.
The diner doorbell rang and he looked up automatically to see who was coming in.
It was a good habit, one cultivated over the years. It kept him updated on what was going on around him and
