talents he was astounded that she often lacked insight or the ability to see what was before her eyes. “Do you honestly not know or are you messing with me?”
Her stomach made an audible growl and she looked longingly at the remainder of his fries. “I don't want to make the admission aloud.” When her belly made another annoyed rumble she asked unabashedly, “Are you going to eat the rest of those? I'm feeling as weak as a salmon in a sandpit.”
Removing his food from her reach, Patrick lightly scolded Carolina, “You shouldn't eat stuff like this.” Standing, he went over to the large black refrigerator saying, “For you I'll warm up some homemade vegetable soup.” Taking a pot to the range, he talked over his shoulder to her, “Look in the cookie jar. I baked gingersnaps.”
Carolina moved on bare feet to the