Chapter 12
Owen’s hand rested on his forearm and squeezed. “Pepperoni is my favorite. And God, no, I’m not a vegetarian.” His body shuddered theatrically and a grimace spread across his face. “God, who doesn’t like meat?”
Charlie laughed out loud and shook his head. “My sister. At least she used to be a vegetarian. That nightmare lasted about three months, which nearly killed me, because at the time, she was living with me. She still tries to stay away from a lot of meat, but you put a good steak in front of her and all thoughts of vegetables fly out the window.”
“My sympathies.” Owen bit into his pizza and smiled. “Mmm.”