Page 23 of First Bride to Fall
“Grape. Is that all right?”
Nell chuckled. “Any kind would be all right. I’m starving.”
He nodded and pulled out his chair, sitting as well.
“I appreciate your making lunch,” she said. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know. But I was hungry, too.”
She took a bite of sandwich, noticing he’d used creamy peanut butter. She preferred crunchy, but it honestly didn’t matter. “What do you not like?”
“What do Inot…like?” His mouth twitched. “As in, food-wise?”
“Yeah.”
He took a bite of his sandwich. “Crunchy peanut butter.”
She laughed and had to cover her mouth because she was chewing.
“Wait. What’s so funny?”
“I love crunchy peanut butter.”
“Oh.” He stared down at her plate. “Sorry.”
“No, no,” she said quickly. “It’s all good! This sandwich is delicious.” She took a sip of tomato soup, which was hot and warming. “This too.”
“What doyounot like? Other than peas?”
“Chocolate.”
He blinked. “Okay, I know that’s a lie. That’s genetically impossible.”
“What?” She giggled. “Why?”
“I’ve never met a woman who hates chocolate.”
“I didn’t say I hate it. I said that I don’t like it. There’s a difference.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” She dabbed her mouth with her napkin. “For instance. If there’s a dessert that’s not all chocolate but that has chocolate in it, like yellow cake with chocolate icing, I’ll eat it.”
“Brownies?”
“No.”
“Chocolate fudge?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Hot cocoa?”
“Not going there.”
He arched one eyebrow, and electric tingles raced down her spine. “You are one peculiar woman.”
“I’m not peculiar.” She grinned. “I’m just particular. I know what I like.”
