Thirty-oneGrand Cayman Island › Sunday, December 7, 2008 › 15h55
The patio server slid a tray of oysters and lemons and fresh warm baguettes and butter on the table, placed a bottle of Tabasco in front of Jayson and refilled their pint glasses, then backed away.
Jayson dug in, mid-sentence, sliding an oyster across his tongue and swallowing it whole, chasing it with a mouthful of beer. He tore a fistful of bread from a loaf, dragged it through the butter and took a bite, setting the leftover on his plate. He wiped his fingers with a napkin, suddenly realizing that Lucy was staring at him. He gazed into her blue eyes and swallowed hard. “Sorry,” he said, “it’s been awhile since I’ve eaten.”
Lucy lowered her eyes to the food tray. A slight smile crossed her lips. She sliced some bread wit
