IT’S EVEN BETTER THE SECOND TIMEThe cramps wrenched Charlie from sleep, seizing him like an angry vice. They pulled a groan from him, then a scream.
Charlie opened his eyes and clutched his belly with both hands. The pain surged through his entire body, and his muscles tightened in response. He ground his teeth together and let out a grunt that became a screech. Something was wrong. He’d never felt pains like these before. It felt like his stomach was trying to tear its way free of his abdomen.
“Dammit, David,” he gasped before stumbling out of bed and charging down the hall.
Of course David was to blame for this. David who always talked about saving up for culinary school. David who dragged him off to restaurants he’d never heard of, out-of-the-way dives and back-alley grills. Tonight
