“I love you,” I breathed, my eyes locked onto the delicious feast in front of me…before realizing exactly what I’d just said. I gaped at him in horror, and I shook my head frantically, trying to take my words back. But Lincoln’s cocky grin only grew wider. “I love the food, I meant! The food!” “Knew you’d say it first, dream girl,” he teased. I groaned, wishing the ground would swallow me whole, but a second later, I was digging in…because, well, food. Duh.
