Chapter Seven
Warner
Although it was three in the morning, I wasn’t ready to end the night. “I know this little place that stays open all night where we can get breakfast. They make omelets, waffles, and their breakfast sausage is killer. Are you up for it?”
“I slept all day,” she said with laughter laced in her voice. “Of course I’m up for it.”
Whisking her away from the party scene on Sixth Street, I made sure to stop back by the artist to grab the painting he’d done of her before we hopped into the truck and headed for Hattie’s All Night Café and Dojo. Hattie’s son had a passion for karate, and she’d given him some room in the back of the place. It proved to make for an interesting meal whenever they were practicing.
We were seated in a corner booth across from each other in no tim
