“Good—” She slammed it shut again. Shutting her eyes with a beleaguered growl, she really debated leaving it shut. The person who had been standing there was, naturally, Simon. Holding a tray of food. Am I ever going to be rid of him? Ever? Probably not by leaving him on her doorstep. She opened the door. “—morning.” He was grinning as though nothing had happened. “Hungry?” He held up the tray. “You missed breakfast and lunch.”
