Faye Vaughn still wasn't full, so she found a quiet coffee shop and ordered a slice of cake and a latte.
Zane Shelby just ordered an iced Americano.
He watched her eat with gusto, and couldn't help but be reminded of the past.
"She" had a big appetite, too.
But she never seemed to gain any weight.
Back then, he'd tried everything to make "her" happy, cooking Cantonese dishes for her, from slow-cooked soups to stir-fries.
She had eaten with delight, laughing as she teased him, "The chef had better not get fat from his own cooking."
He'd retorted indignantly, "I work out a lot. There's no way I'll get fat."
He later regretted that—he almost ate his abs away.
He'd always remembered her saying that a man needed an eight-pack to be hot.
Ever since then, his discipline with diet and exercise became practically etched into his DNA. He never dared to forget it.
