Page 33 of Her Cowboy Blind Date

“Yeah. Cindy will restock our freezer tomorrow.”

“Do you feel like pizza? The pizzeria in town is good, and they have dine-in options.”

“That works.”

He smiled. “Okay. Let’s get out of here. I’m starving.”

“Me too.” She grabbed her coat and purse. “We’ll need to have our own pizzas. A small will do me.”

“Sure. I always order the meatlovers.”

“Always.”

“Yeah. Pepperoni. Sausage. Ham. Bacon. Meatballs. Extra cheese.”

“That’s a lot of meat.”

“You should try it.”

“Not my thing.” They exited the auditorium. The chilly breeze whipped around her face. She retrieved her woolen scarf from her coat pocket and wound it around her neck.

“Are you ordering vegan?” he asked.

“No. I’ll create my own topping combo. Vegetables with pineapple.”

He stopped and turned to stare at her. “Pineapple on pizza. With vegetables.”

“Yeah. Plus mozzarella cheese.”

“Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza.”

She snickered. “It does in Australia.”

“What about ham? Wouldn’t you at least eat ham and pineapple together?”

“Sorry. I’m not a Hawaiian pizza fan.”

He shook his head. “I don’t understand you and your food choices.”

“You eat grits for breakfast. That’s plain weird.”

“Have you tried homemade grits?”

She scrunched her nose. “They are wrong. More wrong than pineapple on pizza.”

“I disagree. Grits are traditional Southern food.”

“People around the world eat pineapple on pizza. I haven’t seen grits on a breakfast menu in Australia.”

“That’s not the point.” He walked beside her on the sidewalk. “Do you always have to win an argument?”

“Nope. But I do if I’m right.” She pulled her scarf higher over the back of her head. “I’ll apologize if I’m wrong.”

“That’s fair.”

“I have a question. What are your thoughts on reading fiction?”

He shot her a quizzical look. “That’s a bit random.”

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