Ford pulled two plates from the shelf. After fixing his and Piper’s plates of food, he grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar.
“Peace offering,” he said, looking the bottle over to make sure it was one of his best. “Hope she likes this wine.”
Putting them on a tray, and heading to the guest house, he was actually a little nervous. Hands full, he kicked the door to knock.
When she opened the door, the expression of disgust was clear and present while crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot.
“Truce? I’d like to have dinner with you. Maybe we can start over.”
“No, thank you,” she snapped.
“Please. I know I was a disrespectful ass and I want us to get off on a better foot.”
She stood glaring at him, not breaking. Didn’t he realize how much he hurt her?
“Come on, pleas
