Willow POV
The bell above the door rang, and I glanced up to see Archer and Caine coming through. Caine held a white bag that smelled like heaven, and my stomach growled loud enough the entire building probably heard it.
Archer raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were joking, Caine, but apparently you were right. Good thing we came prepared."
I scowled. "Can I help you?"
Caine dropped the bag on the counter, the scent of grease and cheese and beef wafting out. "It's more what we can do for you, Willow. Lunch." He grinned. "Thought you may want a burger. Sally said this one's your favorite."
My eyes narrowed. It did indeed smell like my favorite option from Sally's diner, but I couldn't figure out their angle. "And why, precisely, are you bringing me lunch?"
Archer leaned against the co
