"What were you thinking just now," he asked her.
"Oh, just what we might have for dinner," she said. She looked up and smiled as he leaned over her shoulder, reached up with fingers as delicate as a mist on his neck as he kissed her.
"Anything you make is exquisite," he said. "You could make hamburgers and they'd come out like filet." He came around the sofa and sat down next to her.
"That's silly," she laughed. "Bet you say that to all your women."
"No, only my wife."