Standing in line at the counter, Xavier couldn’t keep still. What was taking that woman so long? Was she ordering for twenty people? Slowly losing his composure, he glanced back over his shoulder again, but couldn’t see the Chevy from where he stood. He’d been gone no more than five minutes. Billy was a grown man. He really needed to stop fussing over him like that, or Billy would get annoyed.
But Xavier couldn’t help it. How could he not be protective of the most precious thing life had ever given him?
Finally, it was his turn to order, but then suddenly, he forgot what it was he’d been planning to get Billy. Chicken burgers, right.
“Yes?” the girl at the cash asked, impatiently.
“Uh, two chicken burgers and—”
“You want the Apache sauce on that, or the spicy Buffalo Bill?”
“What? Uh
