She gave him a baleful glance. "Yes, you don't need to ask."

He swore, it was like someone showing her common courtesy was unheard of. "Dinner's done." At her look of confusion, he elaborated. "I grilled some chicken." She may have only bought his grocery items earlier, but he'd countered. This kitchen split she'd tried to instill was ending here.

She didn't even deign to glance up from the screen. "I'm not very hungry, thanks."

He bit back a weary sigh and tried ...