Only when I chew and swallow can I finally speak again.
“For f**k’s sake…” I growl.
Charlotte stares at me like a deer in headlights. On the edge of her seat. I can practically hear herheartbeat fluttering anxiously.
Until I finish: “…That’s incredible.”
Her eyes bulge as she realizes I love it. “Really?” she exclaims. “You like it?”
“It’s the best goddamn bite of food I’ve ever had in my life,” I say solemnly. I mean every word ofthat.
She sighs with relief and melts back into her seat.
I jab my fork at her accusingly. “You know damn well that this is delicious.”
“I hoped it was. I thought it might be. But you just never know if your judgement is accurate.”
She waves her hand. “He likes me now. His opinion is hardly objective.”
I smirk. “He likes you now, eh?”
