"Key word in that sentence," he said, "is egg." He avoided her gaze, glad when she pushed him. Tino hated it when people cried. Hated it. Especially when women cried. And if it was a woman he'd had sex with and bonded with at some point, then forget about it. He did not want a soft spot for Mia. Nope. No thank you. Not today.
"We can get a new one out of your fridge. Calm down, okay?" He reached forward and gingerly picked the egg up. Apart from a small crack from which yolk was leaking, it appeared to be relatively unscathed. "What if we tape it?"