Samantha
The authoritative tone in his voice is something I couldn’t ignore…it’s a tone I’m sure nobody will ignore. Sitting upright, I glared at him. “Don’t talk to me like that.” I snapped at him, pushing away the tray. “I skipped dinner because I wasn’t hungry. Respect that.”
“Respect my ass.” He placed the rejected tray on his thighs, forked hotdog and stretched it towards me. “Nate told me you rejected dinner the moment you heard my car drive in. Open.” I did as instructed. “You can get upset with me, but don’t punish yourself.”
“I’m not punishing myself.” My appetite vanished at the thought of facing him. He fed me more hotdogs and liver. “Are you really going to get married to her?”
He paused at my question, his jaw clenching. “We’ll talk when you’re done with your dinner.” He
