Chapter 19 The No-Kiss Goodnight
“Good, right?” Ines said.
They sat across from each other at a small table in the restaurant. They decided to split a medium-sized Neapolitan pizza, a decision Mason was now regretting.
He tried to ignore the unmistakable taste of anchovies in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. “It’s, uh, interesting.”
“You don’t like anchovies, do you.”
“I like them fine.”
“Good. Because every pizza flavor here has anchovies.”
He nearly choked on his pizza. “Good God. Why?”
“No idea. My boyfriend kept asking them to leave off the anchovies, but each time the pizza would arrive with even more anchovies. After a few times, we just gave up.” She grinned. “Good thing I like anchovies.”
“Boyfr—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “You have a boyfriend, then?” he asked
