Page 58 of Daddies' Captive

“Right. So potatoes and raw carrots?” Steele asked.

“Uh-huh. What is creamy Tuscan chicken?”

“It’s delicious,” Grady replied.

“It basically has cream, spinach, garlic, chicken, tomatoes, and parmesan in it,” Steele added.

“Oh no, I can’t eat that.”

“You don’t eat tomatoes?” Grady asked.

“What? Of course I eat tomatoes! What sort of crazy person wouldn’t eat tomatoes?”

There she went again. When was the last time he’d felt this amused? The last time someone had held his attention this long?

Steele couldn’t even remember, it was that long ago.

“It’s the spinach,” she muttered.

“You don’t like spinach?” Grady asked.

He guessed a lot of people didn’t like spinach.

“I don’t eat anything that starts with an S,” she replied. “What’s carpaccio?”

“Thinly sliced raw meat or fish. In this case, it’s tuna,” he replied. “Were you joking about not eating anything starting with S?”

“That’s disgusting,” she muttered. “And of course I wasn’t joking. Why would I joke about something like that? It’s very serious.”

“You can’t not eat things that start with S,” Grady said.

“Why not?” she asked, looking like it was a reasonable thing to do.

“Because that’s crazy,” Steele told her. “What about salmon?”

“Nope.”

“What about Swiss cheese?” Grady asked.

“Well, it doesn’t really start with S because it’s cheese. So really it’s a C.”

“Is that your same reasoning with sweet potato?” Grady asked.

“Yep.”

“Then what about a Snickers? You have to eat those.” Steele smirked, knowing that he had her now.

Everyone liked Snickers.

“It’s not really a food name, though, is it?” she said. “Not like sardine or sauerkraut. Also, things I don’t eat.”

She was bonkers.

And for some reason, he found that fucking adorable.

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“Ihave decided what I’m going to order,” she said.

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