Chapter 203

“I thought you liked pasta?” Creighton frowned.

“I do,” she said with a shocked expression. She hadn’t realized she was complaining until she saw the hurt look on his face. “I love it, I just like my grandmother’s cooking better.”

Creighton didn’t say anything else as he turned back to his dinner in front of him. She knew she had hurt his feelings. He had been doing what he thought she wanted, and to be honest, she did want everything he had done, but she couldn’t explain or excuse away her words, now that they were spoken.

“Tell us about your plans,” Papa suggested, diverting the tension from the room.

The conversation took the safer path of the ideas and plans Creighton’s engineers and designers had come up with, and the timeframe in which they hoped to get the plant up and running. Sandra was thankful for her grandfather’s tact, but she knew she would have to address the subject back at the motel. At least for now, things were calm.

“Please don’t be angry,” Sandra said as they dro