QUOTE : You’re right about the food,” he said with a hum and a napkin to his lips and beard. “Hmm,” she agreed, letting her eyes fall closed as she enjoyed mashed potatoes so creamy and wonderful, they were like ambrosia. Ian finished quickly, sitting back and giving his belly a satisfied rub. Marcie just gave up, pushing her plate toward Ian. “I’m done. Go ahead. Help yourself.” His eyes widened. “You sure?” “Wait,” she said suddenly. She dipped her fork into the mashed potatoes and lifted it to his lips. “Try this.” He lifted his brows, then let her put the fork into his mouth. He savored it. Then he said, “I think you got better potatoes.” And he smiled. “Help yourself, Ian. I’m going to explode if I eat any more,” she said. “Maybe a bite,” he said, dipping his fork a couple of times before he, too, had to admit defeat.