“I am being entirely serious.”
The warmth left his face instantly. “Emily, don’t start this right now.”
“Start what, exactly?” I asked. “I am simply following the directive you gave me. I buy my own food, and you buy yours. Since I didn’t buy ingredients for twenty people, I have nothing to cook.”
He stared at me, dumbfounded. “That… that was different. We were in an argument.”
“No,” I replied with a quiet intensity. “You were very specific about your expectations.”
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