“Did you buy a pizza oven and attempt to make gluten-free pizza for me?” I asked. His gaze never moved from my body. “Yes. I’m awful at it. Almost burned the place down one night. But I’m getting better.” “You don’t have to do that.” “Course I do. My woman wants pizza, I will provide her with the best damn pizza on planet earth. Even if I have to study hydration ratios and yeast fermentation rates to do it.”
