C27 Twenty Seven

“You want to stay for lunch, Bennett? I told my father to let me live my own life, and we’re having a celebratory meal. By meal, I mean a pile of bacon.”

Bennett blinks at me and shifts his confused gaze to Mack. “Yeah, just bacon,” Mack confirms.

After a long pause, Bennett shakes his head, only this time, the hint of a smile curves his lips. “Uh, no. I’m good. I need to get back to the shop