Chapter 78
It would still be something to see. He plucked the cherry off his cake and dropped it on Scooter’s plate, too, grinning a challenge.
“I ain’t exactly feeling the generosity here,” Scooter said. “Someone’s been tellin’ tales out of class.”
“You will not make a liar of me, Winston Churchill Stahl,” Kat declared.
“Winston Churchill?” Andy sputtered. “Seriously?”
“Junior, even,” Scooter sighed. “Is it any wonder I go by Scooter?”
“Not anymore,” Andy agreed. He leaned on the table and propped his head on his hand, looking pointedly at the cherries. “C’mon,” he coaxed. “Success will be rewarded.”
Scooter pointed a finger at Kat. “You are a meddler,” he accused, though Kat was not the least bit repentant. He sighed, mock-dramatically, then popped one cherry in his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds, swallowed, then opened his mouth for the next one, keeping his hands flat on the table, fingers spread.