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Talk about whiplash.
They didn’t speak the rest of the car ride home, other than for her to ask what pizza toppings he liked as she looked up the phone number and read off the choices from their website.
You’re lucky I still had enough money in my bank account to cover the automatic payment for my phone. Otherwise you’d have to do it yourself, Sir.
Of course, she kept that little bit of conversation to herself as she placed their order.
She plugged in his credit card information and decided to give the delivery driver a twenty-dollar tip—more than the cost of the pizza—just to be a passive-aggressive brat.
You want to keep track of my infractions? Here’s one more, buddy.
Not that Liam would probably even notice.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His brows were pulled together when he walked into the kitchen where Utah was pulling plates from the cupboard to set the table.
“What did you order from the pizza place?”
“Just a pizza. Why? Do you want me to call and add something?”
He shook his head. “How much was the pizza?”
Gulp.
Be cool, Utah.
“Um, I’m not sure?”
He tilted his head. “The charge on my credit card was almost fifty dollars.”
“Well, there was tax and tip. Plus, a delivery charge.”
“Jesus, how much was the delivery charge?”
She shrugged as she put the plates on the table. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t pay attention—just ordered it like you said.”
I guess if you were that worried about it, we should have just stopped on the way home.
She didn’t say that, of course.
He nodded. “I’m sure they’ll include the receipt when they deliver it.”
Oh shit.
She moved to the silverware drawer like she didn’t have a care.
“Maybe. I don’t remember if they do or not.”
The doorbell made her jump, and she dropped the forks back into the drawer with a clatter. “I’ll get it!”
Utah could tell he knew something was up by his smirk and the way he patted her arm as he said, “No, baby. You finish setting the table. I’ll be right back.”
Dread filled her as she put the cutlery on the table.
When will I learn to quit while I’m ahead?
Not that she considered herself ahead, per se, but at least less in the hole than she was right then.
