Anna and Jayden were deeply disappointed when Cain adamantly refused to try their cooking.
"I would rather gargle raw sewage over eating whatever this is supposed to be." Cain's tone was flat as he glanced at the abomination sitting on one of his plates. The sheer audacity that they had used his plate for it made his jaw tighten. Now he would have to buy new ones.
Anna's shoulders slumped. Jayden sighed, as if his insult had sucked the very soul out of her enthusiasm. Anna looked at him, her eyes narrowing in mock offense.
"You could at least try it before you judge," she said.
Cain slowly turned his head toward her. Then he turned back to the plate. Then back to her again. His expression did not waver.
"Fuck. No."
Anna's lips parted slightly, stunned by his blunt refusal. Jayden joined her in giving him wide, sad puppy dog eyes. It was a united front of fake innocence, the kind of look that might have made a weaker man cave.
