Chapter 15
Andy took it, and while he noticed the powdery surface of the makeup in the compact’s curved mirror, he was pretty sure it was only because he knew it was there. “Thanks,” he said, snapping it shut and handing it back to her. “I appreciate it. The staring was getting old already.”
“Yes, I remember,” she said. “Come on. You like oysters? I know, not traditional breakfast. Jason hates them, and the raw bar does not serve other food worth eating. So, you come to breakfast with me, and we are all happy.”
Andy spread his hands. “You said you were buying, that makes it your choice,” he said. “I’m not, y’know, allergic or anything.”
The raw bar was only a few blocks away (or what would have been blocks, if Sandbridge had proper streets) and weirdly enough, the walk helped the pain in his legs settle out. By the time Kat climbed up onto the stool and exchanged greetings with the guy behind the counter, Andy had finished the coffee she’d brought him, the stimulant revitalizing him.