Tough To Tame. Diana Palmer

      “Law of averages,” she countered. “You have to get lucky sooner or later.”

      “I guess. I’ll see you Monday.”

      “Thanks again for the pizza.”

      He opened the door of the Land Rover. “I’ll take you up on the offer of supper,” he said. “When we set a date, you can tell me what you want to fix and I’ll bring the raw ingredients.” He held up a hand when she started to protest. “It does no good to argue with me. You can’t win. Just ask Keely. Better yet, ask Dr. King,” he chuckled.

      She laughed, too. “Okay, then.”

      “Good night.”

      “Good night.”

      He closed the door behind him. Cappie went back up on the porch and watched him throw up a hand as he drove away. She stood there for several seconds before she realized that the wind was chilling her. She went in, feeling happier than she had in a long time.