Violet wrinkled her nose. “Hold on. So. She’s not your girlfriend? You said that you’re dating a murderer.”
Cisco began laughing as she got midway through the phrase. “Yeah, I didn’t really think that through, nor did we really discuss what we were until much later. We are not dating. We’re seeing where time takes us.” He said, taking a drink of his cider with a grin on his face. “I had to leave for work before breakfast even got there.”
