Chapter 68

"Ames, I"

Whirling, she grabbed the pint from him and strode inside.

He cursed and followed. "What did you mean by the ice cream would go to your...ass? What's wrong with it the way it is?"

As if she'd discuss her weight problem. He of the abs and gluts and biceps wouldn't understand. Mortification knew no bounds.

Keeping herself busy, she rinsed the spoon and set it in the sink, then capped the mint chip and put it in the freezer. Hands on his hips, he watched her every move.

The sanctity of her bedroom in mind, she walked out of the kitchen on shaking legs and was determined to get to the stairs before he leveled her again. The footsteps trailing her said he wasn't near done with this discussion.

"You were right, anim."

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Again, she halted on the bottom stair. Sighed. Struggled for guidance. She settled for turning to face him.