CHAPTER 17
“DO YOU WANT to stay over again tonight?” Luke asked once I’d rinsed the sweat from the gym off in the shower.
“Tempting, but I’ve got to start work at seven tomorrow. I’m better off going back to the farm.”
“Don’t remind me about work. I’ve got a conference call with a Japanese supplier at eight. Last time, the translator didn’t turn up, and it was a nightmare.”
I nearly offered my services, but I bit my tongue.
“Sounds like it,” I said. So damn lame.
“At least stay for dinner?”
Another day off cooking? “Deal.”
Our pizzas arrived an hour later, delivered lukewarm by a dude on a moped. We skipped the formality of the dining room and opened the boxes at the breakfast bar.
“Ugh, Hawaiian?” I crinkled my nose in disgust when Luke flipped his lid back.
“What’s wrong with i
