The Billionaire's Touch

CHAPTER 11

"What? You don't like cake?"

Randi looked at Evan with horror as he stared at the

carrot cake on his plate like it was a venomous snake. First,

he'd seemed unhappy that they were having spaghetti for

dinner, mentioning it was loaded with carbs. But he'd eaten

it like a man who was starving, and all of his complaints

aside, Evan had managed to completely clean his plate.

Now, he was eyeing the cake dubiously.

"I try to limit my sugar intake," Evan replied indiffer-

ently.

Randi took a bite of her own cake, closing her eyes

for just a moment as the taste of the rich cream-cheese

frosting hit her taste buds. As she opened her eyes again,

she stared at Evan like he was speaking a different lan-

guage. She'd cheated on the spaghetti, doctoring up a ready-

made sauce. But she'd made the cake completely from

scratch. "Are you diabetic?" She'd ever met a man who was

in such spectacular shape watch every single thing he put

into his mouth.

"No. I was a chubby kid. I was put on a stringent diet,

and I haven't eaten much sugar since," he grumbled hesi-

tantly.

His parents put him on a diet with absolutely no sweets?

There were ways to encourage healthy food for chil-

dren, but an occasional sweet wasn't going to make him

overweight. "What did you eat?'

"Fish, lean meats, vegetables. The same things I eat

now, for the most part."

"Were you really overweight?" It was almost a impos-

sible diet for a kid to stick with, and she couldn't imagine

being that drastic unless he had a very real problem.

Evan shrugged. "Not much. But I was getting chubby. In

my father's eyes, I was fat. I didn't join the family for meals,

and if I weighed in heavy, I didn't eat."

Randi's heart broke at the longing look in his eyes as

he stared at the piece of cake on the plate in front of him.

He was stuck in his own fear of waling anything outside of

his normal. She'd already realized he was obsessively regi-

melted in his routine. "Evan, you obviously work out, and