“A fruit and vegetable pizza?” His eyes glinted his displeasure. “I’m sure it will be—nutritious.”
She felt that stunning impact of his aggravation in the pit of her stomach—a hot jab that nearly buckled her knees. Sucking in a breath, she shifted her gaze away. Scrupulously avoiding eye contact, she made a big production of brushing imaginary pizza crumbs from her sweater. “Well—I’ll be off to bed. I have a long day tom—”
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