Oysters. God she really hated oysters, slimy, slippery, who actually ate them? She'd rather eat Rabb's famous meatloaf. Oysters. For once Brumby had managed to out do himself. A quiet dinner at a fancy restaurant in the heart of DC, it couldn't get any better than that. It couldn't get any better why couldn't she stop thinking about Harm?
From the second Mic had ordered oysters, she couldn't stop thinking about how maybe Harm had the right idea, vegetarian food was beginning to look pretty good. Distracted she'd missed most of what Mic had been saying, something about the Mullen case.
"Mac are you even listening to me?"
A half attentive smile, "of course I am."
Harm's fingers traced along her neck, his breath tickling her face. If this is what was going to happen every time she insulted Rabb's famous Meatless Meatloaf she was going to have to remember to do it more often.
A sharp annoyed sigh, Brumby was watching her. What had he been saying? She racked her brain. "Great food huh?" she mumbled through another mouthful. God how she hated oysters.