"It certainly is." Callen finally put his fork down, shaking his head. He was done. All that was left was the broccoli, and he definitely wasn't going there.
"Not a mind-reader. Just a lover of all foods that are bad for me," he informed her. When she took his hand again, something warmed in his chest. Callen lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the backs of her fingers. "I greatly appreciate your generosity."