She frowned. “Donny, did you hear me?”
He came out of his reverie, blinking, a deep scowl marring his handsomeness. “Sorry...What did you say?”
She set down her fork. “I asked you three times to pass the pepper.”
“Oh. Here.”
“Thanks.” She chewed thoughtfully as she watched him pick at his pasta. She could feel the tension rolling off him in waves and damned if she knew what to do about it. I know he’s upset, but I refuse to spend our whole weekend this way, she grumbled to herself. The phone ringing broke the heavy silence between them.
“Hello,” Donny said abruptly, then, “Hey Phil. Hang on a minute.” He covered the receiver and told her, “I’m going in the other room.”
“Fine,” she grumbled as he stalked away, then she dropped her fork with a clang, irritated with him and herself equa
