“I don’t mean to be secretive. It’s just— I’m not philosophically pure. I won’t wear fur, but I have a closet full of leather shoes and belts, and I hate all those hair-splitting discussions people try to push you into. Some of my reticence is habit, I guess. The housemother at my old boarding school used to make it rough on me.”

“How was that?”

“We once had a showdown over a pork chop when I was eleven years old. I ended up sitting at the dinner table most of the night.”

“Thinking about Piglet, I bet.”

“How did you know?”

“It’s pretty obvious you’re a big A.A. Milne fan, honey.” His eyes were warm with amusement. “Go on. What happened?”

“The housemother eventually called Bert. He yelled at me, but I couldn’t eat it. After that, the other girls came to my rescue. They took turns sneaking my meat onto their plates.”

“That doesn’t entirely explain why you’re so secretive about it now.”

“Most people think vegetarianism is a little kooky, and my kook quotient is high enough as it is.”

“I don’t think I ever met anybody other than football players who invests so much energy in pretending to be tough.”

“I am tough.”

“Sure you are.”

His grin annoyed her. “Just because I wasn’t strong enough to fight you off tonight doesn’t mean I’m not tough.”

He immediately looked so stricken that she wished she’d held her tongue.

“I’m really sorry about that. I’ve never hurt a woman in my life. Well, except for Valerie, but that was—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

He turned off the heat under the skillet and walked over to the table. “I’ve explained what happened, and I’ve apologized every way I know how. Will you accept my honest apology, or is this going to be lurking around every time we’re together?”

His eyes were so full of concern she had a nearly uncontrollable urge to slip into his arms and ask him if he would just hold her for a few minutes. “I accept your apology.”

“An honest acceptance or one of those female things where a woman tells a man she forgives him for something, but then spends all her spare time thinking up ways to make him feel guilty?”

“Does Valerie do that?”

“Honey, every woman I’ve been close to has done that.”

She tried to slip back into her old role. “Life’s tough when you’re irresistible to the opposite sex.”

“Spoken by someone who knows.”

When she attempted to frame a retort, nothing came out, and she realized that she didn’t have any resources left to play the part she had staked out for herself. “Those sandwiches must be just about done by now.”