Victoria Pade - On Pins and Needles

Megan waited for the verdict, watching him chew and pleased that it was with his mouth closed and without so much as a crumb on his supple lips.

Then he swallowed and his eyebrows rose. “It’s good. Almost tastes like a steak sandwich.”

Megan felt as if she’d finally won one small victory. She stretched out her own legs so she could sit more comfortably on the floor, too, and finally began to eat her own food.

“You told me what was inside my sandwich,” Josh said then. “Does that mean there’s some thing different in yours?”

“Turkey, ham and bacon,” she answered with a straight face once she’d swallowed her own bite.

His responding expression was exactly what she’d been going for and she laughed at him.

“I’m kidding. Mine is the same as yours. Want to see?”

He grinned at her joke. “Last time a girl asked me that she wasn’t talking about what was between two slices of bread.”

Megan laughed at his innuendo but didn’t give him the satisfaction of a comment.

Josh ate more sandwich, a few potato chips, and then poked his chin at the room in general. “Did I get the furniture pretty much back where you had it?”

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