They lay there like that for a long time. Peyton wondered if Dix was relaxed because she was so uptight she thought he might actually be able to hear her body vibrate. Finally, her stomach gave a very unladylike rumble, and she sat up, embarrassed.
"I guess I ought to feed myself. I sort of skipped breakfast." She swung her legs over the side of the chair, stood up, and grabbed her T-shirt and towel. "I'm going to make some lunch for myself. Um, would you like a sandwich?"
"I can get it."
"It's no trouble," she insisted. "I'll be fixing mine anyway, so it's no trouble."
He looked up at her through partially-opened eyes. "Okay, then. If you're sure it's no trouble."
"I'm sure. I think we can behave ourselves long enough to share a meal, don't you?"
Was that a grin twitching his lips?
