He’d been in such a hurry to leave—and truth be told she’d been so busy trying to act as though she didn’t care—that they had forgotten about dinner. Actually she was the one who’d forgotten about dinner and had rushed him into making love instead. She tried one of the beans but it was too tough. The biscuits were as hard as rocks. She ate one of the tomatoes. Then ate the other. She felt miserable. Plus she was hungry. Really, really hungry again. The two tiny tomatoes only made it worse. She had quite forgotten to discuss the sale of her property with Daniel. How could she have neglected that? If he didn’t buy it, probably no one ever would. And she was so hungry again! She’d used up that bit of flour and shortening and every last one of the ripe green beans. On top of that, he couldn’t wait to leave her. Way in the past there’d been a couple of men she’d sent packing after she’d had what she wanted from them, and now Daniel, whom she actually had some feelings for and wanted to stay, had run off just as soon as he was done.
