I jabbed a finger toward the now-empty plate. "Soyoudidn't eat that shit?"
"It wasn't shit," she said with a smile. "You just called it delicious."
"I was lying." My eyes narrowed. "And so were you."
She straightened. "I was not."
"Youtoldme you ate some."
"I did," she said. "They just weren't the same, that's all." She gave a pretty little shrug. "Oh well, don't worry about the dishes. I'll get them."
I stared in sullen silence as she made her way to the sink and sure, enough, began rinsing off the dishes.
I glowered in her direction. "And what the hell is that noise?"
She turned to ask, "What noise?"
"You're whistling."
"Am I?" She smiled. "What, don’t you like it?"
By now, I didn't know what I liked or didn't like. The truth was, she sounded adorable, whistling at the sink.
But the truthalsowas that she'd somehow managed to one-up me yet again.
I had to respect that, even if she was Anna Fucking Burke.
I turned and stalked from the room. "I need a hike."
