“I can stay if you need help.”

He glanced at the work spread out on his desk, then looked at her. “You don’t have to.”

“At least let me order you dinner before I leave.”

“Not necessary.”

But it was necessary. She would feel guilty all night long if she left him working alone without food. “It’s not a problem.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” he said, then pulled his wallet out and handed her a $50 bill. “That would be great. Thanks. I think Cheryl’s got Angelo’s Pizza on speed dial.”

“Pizza? Are you sure?”

“I always order pizza when I work late.”

Trish’s eyes narrowed. “How often do you work late?”

“Almost every night.”

“You eat pizza every night?”

He calculated, then shrugged. “Just about.”

“That’s not very healthy.”

He grinned. “It’s got all the food groups.”

She simply shook her head and walked out to her desk where she found the file folder of local restaurant menus she’d seen earlier. She placed an order with a nearby restaurant for grilled chicken and rice with green beans and a salad.

She busied herself by starting on the filing project, going through each of the folders more closely, as he’d requested. It also gave her the chance to continue her search for something incriminating, but so far, there was nothing.

After forty minutes, the food delivery arrived. She found a tray in the kitchen down the hall, laid the food out and took it into his office.

He did a double-take when she placed the tray on his desk. “What’s this?”

“It’s real food,” she said.

He grinned. “You’re pretty bossy, aren’t you?”

“I just believe in good nutrition,” she said defensively, and waited while he tasted everything.

He watched her with amusement as he took the first bite of chicken. “It’s good.”

She nodded. “And good for you.”