The man had long and pretty fingers. Miranda glanced at his cart to find that it was filled with ready–to–eat food.

Her gaze trailed upward to find that he happened to be looking down at her too.

She smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re having this for dinner.

“Heh, sometimes I get home too late and don’t want to order takeout, so I just have something simple,” Paul said indifferently.

“According to my calculations, this has enough protein, vitamins, and ...