Chapter 257

Delia Fleming stared at him wide-eyed, lips slightly tightened, her heart pounding like crazy. Why on earth did she have to open her big mouth? There it was—trouble, right on cue. Curtis Stockton’s dark eyes were like a calm, silent night—deep and unreadable. He just stared at her, saying nothing, and that kind of quiet scrutiny made her skin crawl. Okay, he was really mad this time, huh? Thinking it over, Delia slowly got up, met his gaze head on, reached for his hand... and plopped herself right down on his lap. Ever since he started standing more lately, she hadn’t claimed this seat that used to be her exclusive spot. She pouted, giving him her best hurt look, blinking those big eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Honey, I won’t do it again, I swear! For real this time!” Curtis sighed, gently pinching her chin. “You really can’t live without all that junk food, huh?” Oof... that sounded like one of those landmine questions. Say no? Total lie. Say yes? Might spark a full-on