CINNAMON:
“What next should we do?” was the question on my mind when his stomach growled.
I put my hand over my mouth, stifling a laugh.
“I see you’re hungry.”
“No. That’s just my stomach acting up.”
“Right.” I smiled, knowing that he was lying. “Because stomachs do that for no reason.”
He didn’t argue.
This place didn’t have a kitchen. And while the lodge made decent food, it wasn’t anything special. But I had an idea.
“Would you like to try the best prime rib with horseradish sauce in Wisconsin? Or maybe grilled salmon with lemon and herbs? Lasagna with garlic bread? Beef tenderloin with roasted vegetables? Herb-crusted turkey breast?”
His stomach growled again, louder this time. I watched his throat work as he swallowed, practically salivating.
I laughed. “I’ll take that as a
