“And my pièce de résistance…” She removed a small can from the other side pocket.
Excitement rushed through him. “Tuna.”
“No, it’s caviar. Not Beluga, but it will do.”
Cade would have preferred Starkist. A can of Spam would have been more useful than caviar. Oh, well… “Let’s put all the food in here.”
She frowned. “You’re disappointed in me.”
Cade grabbed one of the empty crates. “I’m not.”
“You are.” She fiddled with one of the zippers on her pack. “I can see it in your face.”
“You aren’t seeing anything on my face.”
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