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“Nope. It was pretty slow today. But I did get to finish Why<br />
We Suck.” As he loudly crinkled the bag open, the wonderful aroma<br />
wafted out and caressed my nose. I scooted to the edge of my chair<br />
and held up my plate for him to drop my dinner onto it.<br />
After we all but vacuumed up our food with our mouths, I<br />
sat back and patted my newly filled belly. “Tucker Hamilton, you<br />
really know the way to a girl’s heart.” Initially, it had been a joke,<br />
but when my heart actually jerked around, I was instantly attacked<br />
by self-consciousness. Was it okay to joke like that? Did I have to<br />
keep myself more in check? I didn’t want him to know that he<br />
actually did have some effect on my heart now.<br />
Luckily, he didn’t respond directly to the comment. Instead<br />
he just smiled and reached over to grab my plate for me. As he<br />
carried the dishes over to the sink, I crinkled up the empty bag,<br />
attempting to be at least marginally helpful. And distract from my<br />
heart comment, of course.<br />
“Where’s your garbage, buddy?” I asked, fiercely<br />
overcompensating.<br />
He knocked his knee against the cabinet beneath the sink<br />
right in front of him as he turned on the water. “Under here.”<br />
I wandered hesitantly over and waited for him to finish<br />
rinsing the plates. Instead, he just moved over to the side slightly so<br />
I could get to the garbage. With lightning speed I darted forward,<br />
pulled open the cabinet door, and chucked the crumpled paper bag<br />
inside.<br />
Tucker raised an eyebrow as he shut off the sink and dried<br />
his hands on a green and white towel beside it. “You okay?”<br />
I nodded, attempting to appear as nonchalant as possible. As<br />
if I didn’t just break the sound barrier as I hurtled forward to throw<br />
out a bag in the garbage that was dangerously close to his goodies.<br />
“Fine. Why do you ask?”<br />
“Never mind. Shall we go talk business?” He extended one<br />
arm in the direction of the room with the big couch and the TV.<br />
“We shall,” I agreed, glad for another distraction.<br />
We headed into the next room and while I seated myself on<br />
the couch, he strode over to his desk and picked up a manila folder.<br />
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