“A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking – was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.”

“A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking – was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.”

— J.R. Ward