The Guilty Innocent by D N Simmons Read Free Book Online Page B

watered. The delicious aroma wafted to my nostrils and almost made me drool, it also reminded me of Annette's cooking. I pushed the thought of Annette from my mind and began to dig into my food. The waitress placed several plates in front of Warren covering our entire table with dish after dish of delicious smelling foods. She asked us once again if we needed anything and we told her that everything was perfect. Satisfied, she tended to her other customers. I couldn't help but watch in amazement as Warren cleared plate after plate. To my surprise, he finished his food before I finished my own! How, I don't know, but he did.
    I wondered if he could eat the huge sixty-ounce steak, called the “Cowboy” from that popular restaurant in Texas. I bet he could. Hell, he and his whole Pack could probably put that restaurant out of business! I couldn't finish all of my breakfast, there was half of a crepe left and some hash browns. I looked up to see Warren eyeing my plate, then his pretty grey eyes looked up at me and he smiled sheepishly.
    “Are you going to finish that?” he asked, I knew he would.
    “No, you can have it,” I chuckled. He didn't waste any time clearing my plate. Then he sat back in the booth, smiling. I looked at him and smiled. He reminded me of a schoolboy with a straight “A” report card.
    “Are you full, did you have to start from your pinky toe on up?” I asked, he laughed outright, slapping his hand on the table.
    “Yeah, I'm sated right now, I could actually take a nap at this point.” He grinned at me from across the table.
    “You ever think about entering in any food eating competitions?”
    He began to chuckle. “Matt asks me the same thing all the time. He even dared me to tackle the “Cowboy”. It's a sixty-ounce steak that is served in a restaurant in his hometown in San Antonio, Texas. I might take him up on his bet one day.” He reached for his wallet.
    “Oh 'tackle', my ass! You'll engulf a sixty-ounce steak, you can probably take out a sixty-pound steak!” I declared. He gave me a knowing look and nodded. I laughed, it felt good to laugh.
    “Are you ready to go?” he asked.
    I nodded my head and reached in my pocket for the tip. He paid for breakfast, the least I could do was tip the waitress. Warren grabbed my hand before I could put the money on the table.
    “I got it covered, don't worry, this was all my treat,” he said as he placed a ten dollar bill on the table.
    “I don’t mind, really “
    “I got it, don't worry, come on.” He said softly with a charming smile as he ushered me towards the cashier. He paid the fifty-dollar tab and we left.
    We drove for about thirty minutes as Warren switched from lane to lane. I sat in the passenger side of his car, wishing I could buckle myself up twice. I thought I was a speeder, Warren had me beat by a forty mile over-the-speed-limit preference. He pulled in front of Darian's nightclub. We got out of the car and went inside and I immediately began feeling around the club for anything to form a connection. My clairvoyance was not as heightened as some other clairvoyants, but I could still make a connection. I felt several tremors as I passed over various objects. I would have to filter through those connections, hopefully one would prove useful. After we scanned the club for over two hours, we left.
    “Can we go somewhere, I don't want to go home, can we go to the movies?” I asked. He looked at me, shrugged one shoulder and nodded. Then I thought about it, I wondered if he was missing work. “I'm so sorry, here I am hogging all of your time, do you have to go to work?” I asked.
    “No, not until tonight but I do need to swing by my place to change, do you mind?” he asked.
    “No, not at all.” I said, shaking my head. Far be it for me to deny someone a clean change of clothes. I looked at Warren as he drove. “Warren?” he set his gaze on me then back on the road.
    “Yeah?” he answered.
    “Thank you.” I said