"I would've never guessed," Peter said. "A hunter from a hunting family well versed on the specifics of hunting?"

Mind boggling.

Peter's eyes lingered on the line of Chris's wrist, at the trickle of juice running in a rivulet down it. When Chris offered part of the fruit to him, he leaned in, sucking off whatever remained of the mess before eating the grapefruit straight from Chris's hand.

If his teeth grazed his fingertips, well. Entirely unintentional and accidental.

Well-mannered as anything, Peter chewed and swallowed before replying. "I read it in a passing." It was one of those trivial facts that just happened to stick. But he enjoyed reading, yes. "What, did you think I studied horticulture?"