Travis finished the remaining portions of the lunch spread, carefully packing the empty containers back into the three-tiered stainless steel box and zipping the Hello Kitty tote bag shut. He wiped down the polished surface of the coffee table with a damp napkin, working with the practiced efficiency of a man used to disciplined order.
Jillyanna leaned back into the plush leather cushions, her hand resting over her full stomach. The rich flavor of the steak still lingered, but her pride was thoroughly bruised. She glared at him sideways, her lips pursed in an indignant pout, genuinely tempted to deliver another kick to his shin for tempting her into overeating.
"I am definitely not bringing you lunch ever again," she murmured under her breath, just loud enough for his sharp ears to catch every word.
