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was different. <strong>The</strong> way he carried himself was just a little straighter,<br />
with his head a little higher. He was projecting confidence.<br />
“You’re in a good mood tonight, huh?” I asked as we stepped<br />
up to the hostess’s podium.<br />
“Two, please.” He gave her a look like nothing I’d ever seen<br />
before — at least not on his face. His expression was basically<br />
saying, “You’re welcome” for speaking to her. And, amazingly, she<br />
seemed to enjoy it. Her face flushed brightly as she picked up two<br />
menus and smiled up at him through furiously batting eyelashes.<br />
As she led us to our seats, I raised an eyebrow at him. He<br />
grinned down at me. “I’m in a great mood. I’m alive. I feel<br />
amazing.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> hostess slid the laminated menus onto opposite sides of<br />
the wooden booth, and we slid into place across from each other.<br />
Well, I sort of scooted along. Tucker slid, slowly and gracefully. He<br />
leaned against the wall and brought one leg up onto the seat with<br />
him, his knee bent so he could drape his arm over it. “Thanks,” he<br />
said to the other girl, who flashed a big, flirty smile before she<br />
disappeared in a whirl of blonde hair.<br />
“Okay, do you think you could save that for when I’m not<br />
right here?” I asked as I picked up my menu. I didn’t mean to sound<br />
bitchy, but it was really weird seeing him acting that way toward a<br />
stranger when he never even acted that way toward me. <strong>The</strong>n again,<br />
I’d probably have smacked him if he’d tried; the arrogance was a bit<br />
much.<br />
He placed one palm on the worn wooden table between us,<br />
his thumb toying with the scratches that formed someone’s initials.<br />
“Relax, Chelsea. I’m just enjoying being out. I was stuck in the<br />
bookstore all day.”<br />
I laid the menu down. Stuck in the bookstore? Since when<br />
was he ever “stuck” there? He loved working there. Or so I thought.<br />
Before I could ask about it, our waitress appeared in a short<br />
red dress and a checkered apron. I kept my eyes down as I asked for<br />
a glass of water so I didn’t have to see how he was looking at this<br />
one.<br />
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