Dead-tective Box Set (Vampire Mystery-Romance) by Flynn Mac

Author:Flynn, Mac
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn
Published: 2015-11-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The food was brought in a very timely fashion with all the pomp a small place like that could offer. There came a half dozen waiters, half with their arms loaded with trays and the other half with folding legs on which to set the trays. There wasn't enough room on the table for all the food and our plates. They set out the beautiful dishes stacked with food and plopped a dozen glasses to fill with the variety of wines.

With many thanks and open admiration the waiters bowed and left us to our meal. The parade of food created a big scene in the tiny restaurant and many of the patrons stared at our table. I smiled and waved at them, and most turned away in embarrassment at being caught staring. Others waved back and returned to their food.

I looked to my partner. His eyes were wide and he blinked once. With how rarely he blinked a single blink told me he was absolutely bewildered. I pushed a plate of spaghetti toward him. "Try this. Everyone likes spaghetti."

"I may not," he argued.

I rolled my eyes. "Stop being a baby and try it. You'll like it." I watched like a stern mother as he lifted his fork and dug it into the pile of noodles and tomato sauce. He lifted half the plate with his fork, and most of it promptly fell off. Vince scowled at the noodles as though they had committed some blasphemy. I stifled my snort, and reached over and stabbed my own fork into the mess. "Like this," I instructed him. I cut off some noodles, then twirled my fork like a ballerina. Then I lifted the utensil and showed off my fine mess of noodles. "See?"

Vince frowned, but mimicked my moves. In a moment we had twin forks. He lifted it to his mouth, but paused and glared at me over his full fork. "Turn away."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, come-"

"Turn away."

I sighed. "Fine." I turned to the window and watched his reflection as he scarfed the whole forkful down, and nearly ate the fork with it. He munched a few times and his eyes widened. I looked back to the original and grinned when he chewed and swallowed his mouthful. He stiffened and his hand tightly clasped his fork. "Well?" Vince's reply was to stab his fork for another round and eagerly twirl his utensil for an even greater glop of noodles. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

Vince scarfed down the plate of spaghetti and gobbled his way through another plate before his overeagerness caught up to him. He paused and his face turned blue. I blinked at him. "You okay?"

Vince shook his head and pointed at his throat. He opened his mouth, but I didn't hear any sound, or air, come out. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped agape when I realized the food was lodged in his throat. I swept from my seat to his padded bench, grabbed him about the middle and turned him toward the window.

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