Julian (New York Vipers #2)

Abby’s halfway through raiding my refrigerator when she asks, “What’s with the lack of snacks? When was your last supermarket run?”

Beau stands beside her, head pushed halfway in to sniff the meager contents while his tail wags furiously.

I’m leaning against the counter, arms crossed. “You don’t have to judge my groceries,” I say, unwilling to tell her that given my recent job loss, I really can’t afford snacks outside of those I buy for Dylan to take to school.

“I’m not judging. I’m assessing,” she corrects, pulling out a container of almond milk and squinting at the expiration date. Beau stares at her with unfettered hope in his eyes. “It’s what happens when two girls grow up on the Lower East Side sharing bodega sandwiches. Survival instincts.”