Abigail cheeks went from pink to red, and she glanced down at the picnic basket. "So I'm not just anybody, huh?" She giggled at the thought of her picture under his pillow. "Maybe it'll give you good dreams."
"I think you might like some variety." Abigail glanced over the selection of sandwiches, and picked out two of them. She put half of the first one, a traditional turkey club, on a paper plate, then put half of a hummus and vegetable wrap on the plate as well. "There, you go." She held it out to him.