“It’s really good,” she moaned around a mouthful of spicy tomato sauce and melted cheese.
“It is. You’ll have to try Zane’s when we get to High Tide Harbor. It’s even better.”
“I'm sure it will be,” she said. “Best pizza I ever had was in this little town in Italy. My Grams and I took cooking lessons one summer. Pulled the tomatoes right off the vines on the villa property where we stayed. Now that’s an experience.”
He glanced away, his jaw tensing. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t a fan of the real stuff. "Okay. So back to what I was about to tell you… I spoke to your father.”
The slice of pizza stopped halfway to her mouth and she shook her head. "Okay… so what did he say?" she asked.
