Neil was waiting for Emmanuel to rib him about her comment, but he said nothing. Instead, emerald eyes scanned the menu as one hand kept moving absentmindedly down to his lap to stroke Sybil. Neil couldn’t tell if his silence was him being courteous as they perused the menu or if it was merely a lack of interest on Emmanuel’s part. Only time would tell.
“Any idea if the Asian chicken wraps are any good?” Emmanuel asked, eyes still on the menu.
“The best! I’m not sure what Jill and Gary do back there to the meat they cook, but it’s worth every minute and granule of seasoning they use to do it.”
“That good, huh?”
“A virtual Mardi Gras in your mouth,” Neil replied.
“Well, I’m sold. What are you getting?”
“My usual pepperoni roll and fruit salad.”
“That’s an odd combination,” Emmanuel s
