With the deal sealed, Don didn't see the need to linger any longer. He had a whole week of Summer being nice to make further progress, so there was no point in pushing things tonight. It was best to leave while he was ahead.
"You can have my remaining chicken pieces and the sauce," he said, standing up and stretching his arms.
Summer looked up at him, surprised. "Really?" She narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "What's the catch?"
Don smirked, shaking his head. "Unlike you, I don't need to be blackmailed to be nice."
Summer's eyes flashed with irritation, and for a moment, it looked like she was about to tell him exactly where he could shove his chicken. But she caught herself just in time, remembering the deal they had made. Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to say the words, "Thank you," though it was clear it took every ounce of willpower not to bite back.
