“You liked it?” “No.” He tenses, and I smile. He’s so easy to rile up sometimes. “I loved it.” “What did you like the best? So I know for next time.” My heart does this girlish pitter-patter in my chest. Next time. God, I hope so. “I couldn’t choose. I loved all of it equally. Can’t go wrong. And I’m not just saying that to flatter you.” He lets out a low grunting sound as his hands twist on the steering wheel. “Fine. I’ll just make it all again.”
