Page 66 of Perfect Pucking Match

Nate:Guess I just blocked it out.

Me:Do you need to blow off a little steam?

Nate:What do you have in mind?

Me:I know just the place. I’ll text you the address. See you at 8?

Nate:I’ll be there.

Nate:Remind me to upgrade my life insurance policy. You’re going to get me killed.

Me:Admit it. You had fun.

Nate:I feared for my life.

Me:Please, you loved every minute of it.

Nate:I was until you started to swing that sledgehammer at me!

Me:I was just goofing off. You should have seen the look on your face!

Nate:Funny.

Me:Oh, come on! Admit it. You had fun.

Nate:Maybe a little.

Me:You mean a lot.

Nate:Okay, a lot. Never did that before, though. Break down walls, I mean.

Nate:Gotta say that when you brought me to that run-down house, I expected the worst. That’s how horror movies usually start.

Me:You thought I was an ax murderer?

Nate:Not sure what you are yet.

Me:I’m your matchmaker, Nate. That’s who I am.

Nate:Nah. You’re more than that.

Nate:You’re a little firecracker.

Me:Hey, I’m not little, mister. You’re the one who’s a tree. Everything looks little to you.

Nate:I’ve been compared to a lot of things before, but being called a tree is a new one.

Nate:Anyway. Thanks for tonight. I needed that.

Me:Glad to hear it.

Nate:Goodnight, Lottie.

Me:Goodnight, Nate.

Me:Nate! You shouldn’t have.

Nate:Elaborate. I shouldn’t have done a lot of things lately. You need to be more precise.

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