““Chassie poured the coffee. Trevor automatically grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and set it next to Edgard. He snagged a spoon from the dish rack, passing it and the sugar canister to Edgard, ignoring Chassi's questioning stare. Didn't mean a damn thing he remembered exactly how Edgard liked his coffee. Not a damn thing. "So, Edgard, what are you doin' in our neck of the woods?" "Reliving some old memories. I drove past my grandparents' place yesterday. With the shabby way it's looking I'm wishing I would've bought it when I had the chance." He smiled wryly. "I'm kicking myself for letting another thing slip through my fingers." "Grandparents?" Chassie repeated, not noticing Trevor's rigid posture after Edgard's comment.””
