“Okay.”
He knew that was as good as he was going to get for now, and he could live with that. He pulled his hand away and slid a menu toward her. “Did you want to take a look or just order a pizza?”
“Pizza.” She said the word with reverence.
“Pizza always was your weakness.”
“Is that why you chose this place?”
He nodded. “Of course. My apology was sincere, but I’m not above using every possible advantage to earn your forgiveness.”
The corner of her mouth tilted up. “I’m not sure what it says about me that I can be bought with chocolate and pizza.”
He laughed. “It says you have excellent taste—in food and company,” he added, pointing at himself.
“I see your ego is as big as ever.”
“In my world, I’d never survive without being confident. Even if I have no clue what I’m doing, I can’
