As if summoned by the noise, the swinging double doors to the back hallway push open, and Jade steps through. She’s wearing black leather pants and a clinging black tank top, her hair pulled up, looking like she’s heading out to a hot club.
"Tell me I'm not hallucinating," Jade says, coming around the counter and leaning her curvy hip against the island. "Tell me someone is actually making real food in this cave."
"Zara’s making us eat grass," Diesel says, though he hasn't moved an inch from the doorway, watching me with the rapt attention of a starved wolf.
"Shut up, Diesel," Jade says affectionately, reaching into my bag and pulling out a bunch of carrots. "Give me a peeler, babe. I need something to do with my hands."
"You're a lifesaver," I say, sliding a peeler and a wooden cuttin
