He Let Her Steal the Food Off My Plate,So I Called Off the Wedding

The beef noodles I'd ordered had barely landed on the table when Sarah Summers started plucking the meat away slice by slice, grinning as she did it. "Beth Henson, Sam says you don't eat much, so I'll take some off your hands."

"Perfect!"

Samuel Pruitt didn't stop her. He praised her, fond and indulgent.

Yet last week, when I accidentally drank a mouthful of Sarah's yogurt, he blew up at me and stayed furious for three straight days.

The memory cooled my face. I stood to leave.

"You're making a scene over a few slices of beef?"