Meant To Be Mine. Marie Ferrarella

“Ah, but think what you would have been missing out on if we hadn’t come here,” he said.

      Tiffany’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “You can’t miss what you don’t know,” she countered stubbornly.

      The expression on his face all but told her that he knew she didn’t believe that, even though, out loud, he made it sound as if he was capitulating. “Whatever you say.”

      Tiffany realized they were going to stand here in this little shop until she came to some sort of a decision. With a huff she pointed to the tub that came loaded with top-of-the-line Jacuzzi features.

      “That one,” she announced. “I’ll take that one.”

      Looking solemn, Eddie nodded. “Good choice.” And then he stopped her dead in her tracks as he asked in a very mild voice, “What color?”

      Completely frustrated, Tiffany threw up her hands. “Arrgh!”

      “I don’t think it comes in that color,” he replied evenly. “How about light blue?”

      For some strange reason, the man was enjoying this. She could have strangled him.

      “Fine.” Tiffany bit off the word. “Get the bathtub in light blue.”

      The corners of his mouth curved. “See how easy that was?”

      Her fingers began itching again. She would have loved to wrap them around his neck. “You’re lucky that I’m not strangling you,” she informed him from between clenched teeth.