He liked it a whole lot more than he should have. Clearing his throat, he took a bite of his own sandwich, then winced at the way the clashing flavors exploded on his tongue. It was not just the simple turkey and avocado he’d expected and would have enjoyed. This sandwich had some kind of hot sauce, a salsa that was maybe made of fruit, sweet pickles and a kind of caramelized something or other that he couldn’t name. No wonder she liked her own food. It had already occurred to him that his dislike of her food had to do with all the spices she used, but with proof positive in front of him, he took that line of reasoning a step further. He was a straight meat and potatoes kind of guy, hold the seasoning, please. Maybe her food was actually delicious, but his palate just couldn’t take it. He’d have to try some of the things in the freezer out on Jackson to see if that was really the case. He choked down as much as he could, which was about five bites. She had consumed the whole sandwich in that amount of time.
