Without realizing she was doing it, Penelope glanced at the onion ring in her hand. Thought about the way he’d ordered them separately rather than just throwing some leftovers in a box. Thought about the way he’d tried to time it so they were as hot and nonsoggy as possible.
Lord help her.
Onion rings for Penelope were what roses and chocolate truffles were to other women. And when she glanced up and caught Cole’s cocky departing wink, she saw that he knew it.
He’d known it all along.
I am loving this book!