Always Look Twice. Sheri WhiteFeather

It works like a charm.” And if it didn’t, then she would ply him with antacids and hope for the best.

      Twenty minutes later they ate the spicy concoction with buttered toast and orange juice. Afterward, they lingered at the table, with two cases of dragon breath. His stomach had handled the food just fine.

      They waited for what seemed like forever. Rain pounded on the roof of the building, echoing through the loft.