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“I told you to stay in that chair, didn’t I? No matter what.”
“But I did!” she protested. “Until Gummy raced out of the house. She was in your way. I didn’t want you to trip over her or for her to get stepped on. That’s the only reason I moved.”
“No. Matter. What,” he repeated as he pointed at her. “You’re in trouble.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I am not!”
“You are. Inside. Sit down. Right now.”
You know . . . maybe he wasn’t as attractive as she’d thought.
Urgh. Nope. Who was she kidding? He was still gorgeous.
And she was totally screwed.
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Maya sat back and patted her full stomach.
The animals were all fed, including Tank who’d eaten a little bit. He liked to eat next to Big B. The pig would snort and snuffle. Maya liked to think that Big B was encouraging Tank to eat. But for all she knew she could be telling him to leave all the food for her.
Big B liked her food.
“I’m so full I’m going to explode,” she complained.
Matthieu stared down at the pizza, most of which she’d eaten herself. Oops.
Why hadn’t she noticed how much she had eaten? He was going to think that she was really greedy.
“Um. Shit. I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” he asked, to her surprise.
“Well, because I ate most of the pizza and you barely got any.” Great. Pointing it out just made her feel more embarrassed.
“Don’t need to apologize for that. You needed it.”
“But you’re bigger than me, you have to fuel all of those . . . muscles.”
Oh dear Lord.
Had she really just said that? Now he was going to know that she’d noticed his muscles. Then again, it would be hard not to notice those muscles, the way they bulged, pressing against his T-shirt.
Yeah, the man sure did a mighty good job of filling out a T-shirt. She wondered if he bought them a size small deliberately. If she was him, she probably would.
“I’m fine,” he told her. “Getting you fed was more important.”
Man. Why did he have to keep saying things like that? He was killing her.
Reaching over, he grabbed a bottle of water and held it out to her. “Drink.”
“I’m too full,” she groaned, rubbing her belly.
“I’m sorry you’re full. Next time, I’ll stop you before you get overfull. But you still need to drink. Take some small sips for me.”
She wanted to do that for him. But she also didn’t want to add anything to her belly. And she was feeling so much better so she really didn’t think she needed more water.
“Maya,” he said sternly.
