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Chapter 12

Benson looked away. “That’s probably not the best idea.”

“Why not?” Tessa asked.

“This isn’t the place to have this discussion,” Benson said. “Why don’t we go back to our room after this and swim and we can discuss it in private.”

“Fine. But don’t think I’m going to forget about it.”

“Fair enough,” Benson said. “In the meantime, why don’t we talk about something safe?”

“Like what?” Tessa asked.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Guess.”

“What do you mean ‘guess?’”

“You should know me well enough by now to know my eating habits.”

“Not really. We’ve been eating out a lot. I haven’t seen what you make when you’re at home alone.”

“So you want to know what I cook when I’m by myself.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t cook a lot, but when I do, it’s usually Italian food. I’m a sucker for good pasta.”

“Good choice. I love Italian too. I’ll have to take you to some authentic Italian restaurants when we get to New York.”

“I’d love that.”

“What about snacks?”

“Homemade chocolate chip cookies.”

“What about you?” Tessa asked. “What’s your favorite food?”

“I have a few things I know how to cook. Very basic stuff. I can make some killer cheesy eggs.”

“Would you say that’s your favorite food?”

“No. Probably stuffed crust pizza from Pizza Hut is my favorite.”

“Pizza Hut? You have all those expensive restaurants to choose from, and that’s your favorite?”

“Yep. I’m just a simple guy, Tessa.”

“I like that about you.”

He smiled at her, and those adorable dimples popped again. “Thanks.”

“What’s your favorite snack?” she asked him.

“Oreos.”

“Favorite chips?”

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