She nodded and headed for the door, but he called her name to stop her.

"Have you never had breakfast in bed before?" Three years of marriage, and not once on their anniversary? What about as a kid when she'd been sick or something?

"Let me shower. Give me thirty minutes and I'll be ready." She turned again, totally avoiding him.

"Amy, leave the tray." When she paused but didn't comply, he stood and met her in the doorway. He took the damn thing from her and ...