Susan Wiggs Quote

Is there anything I can do?He gave her a tired grin. Crawl in bed with me.She glared at him, then got up and tossed him a terry-cloth robe she found hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Meet me in the kitchen. I'll make you a sandwich.You don't need to make me a sandwich.But I'm going to. She left the room before he could protest further. In the kitchen, she layered grilled pancetta, tomato and lettuce on toasted thick slabs of sourdough. She added some chopped cornichons, Dijon mustard and fresh snipped tarragon to the mayo, just to show off. Around Bella Vista, her PLT's were legendary.Mac wasn't wearing the robe when he came downstairs. He'd thrown on a pair of lived-in cutoffs, faded in all the right places, and a rumpled but clean T-shirt with a logo from a kiteboarding resort in Australia. She cut the sandwich into quarters and set it on a pottery plate, along with a side of grapes and parmesan chips, and a beer in a frosty mug.He regarded the small feast on the table. I hope you don't mind if I moan in ecstasy while I eat this.I'd rather you didn't, she said, helping herself to a quarter of the sandwich. Cook's tax, she explained.