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I popped one shoulder. “I’m just curious. I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t eat meat.”

“For me,” she started off slow as if she was gauging what she was willing to tell me. “I usually eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My mom and her boyfriend seem to fancy steak.” Her lips curled up. “I can’t sit there and see the blood on their plates. It’s disgusting. Hence the PB and J’s.”

Did her mom even see how much she was hurting her daughter?

“I could get down with a PB and J.”

Her brows rose, and she smirked. “I bet you could. What’s dinner like at your house?”

“Well, I can say there’s always some meat, but there’s also a vegetable and some salad. We sit around and talk about our days.”

“And who’s we?” Her fork hovered in front of her mouth while she spoke, and then she promptly shoved the forkful inside.

“Me, my mom, dad, and my little sister, Payton. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I wish. Selfishly for myself, but no. It’s just my mom and me now. And Trent for however long he’ll last.

Damn, why did I get a feeling there was more than she was letting on? Not that I expected her to spill her entire life story when we’d barely spoken before today. Still, whatever it was, I knew it was profound.

“You’re more than welcome to come over to my house and have dinner. You can have a salad, and I’ll even whip you up a sandwich.”

“Thanks,” she nodded like she really meant it. “I might just take you up on it.”

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