Peter apparently wasn’t fazed by my clumsy attempt. “Well, you already know I keep my freezer well-stocked.”
“The only thing I don’t like about that plan is how long it’ll take to execute it.”
“Then stop talking and start eating,” Peter teased. “You know the rules. No dessert if you don’t finish your dinner.”
My jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Of course I’m serious. You think you’re above the rules?”
“I think I know when I’m prepared to break them.”
“I don’t believe for one second that you’re a rule-breaker.”
I wasn’t sure which annoyed me more—the fact that Peter believed that, or the fact that he was probably right. “I could be,” I asserted. “Under the right circumstances.”
“Really? Tell me about one time you broke the rules.”
He looked so damn sure of himself, I spoke wit
