Chapter 89 Lost And Found
- Reginald's long fingers crackled on the keyboard, his face solemn as if he were busy on business.
- Cynthia was worried that it was too late. “It's not good when it's cold,” she said. “Get it while it's hot.”
- “Then come and feed me.” Reginald threw his hands out, leaned back in his chair, and hooked his finger at Cynthia.