“Go get dressed.” “I am dressed.” He glances back at me. “Not for dinner, you’re not.” “I’ve had dinner,” I lie. In the reflection of the window, I see his jaw tighten. “I’m sure you’ll fit in another.” “Are you calling me fat?” He practically punches the tap off. “Baby, I’m calling you a girl who eats two dinners every single night. That’s just a fact. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” He turns, leans against the sink, and studies me. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”
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