Those teal eyes blinked like a newborn baby. They then grew large with a shock. “That giant thing can go into a tiny can?! Do I look like an i***t to you, Maria?”
More chuckles erupted from those sweet lips. “You really are an i***t. Of course, they would have cooked the fish and cut it up first.”
Those shapely lips mouthed an “Oh,” and then smiled sheepishly at the marble floor.
A brief moment of silence passed through them. Maria cleared her throat. “I will take over. I think you have done a lot.”
Those lean hands were shoved into the pockets. That broad chest puffed up once more. “Of course, I did. Do you know how much trouble it was to recall the ingredients?”
Maria was surprised. “Did you really get all these by yourself?”
His expression fell flat. “There are maids for that sor
