Page 76 of Body Checked & Pucked

And, yeah, I have about ten million thoughts rushing through my head.

Mila turns back toward the table and looks down. “This is wrong.”

“What is wrong, honey?” I ask.

“This work,” she says. “This table you worked on. You repeated the same deprecation value twice… for year three to four.”

“Is that the one Willow checked?” I ask.

“No,” Mila says. “This is the side one. Look. Right here.”

I close in on Mila and see where she’s pointing.

“See? It’s the same. It should be a different value. When you’re working with depreciation, you want to make sure that-”

“How do you know this?” I ask.

“What? Basic financial stuff?”

“This is basic?”

“It’s depreciation.”

“You’re a doctor, Mila.”

“I’m in pre-med,” she corrects me.

“Mila. Get real. You’re a doctor. It’s already decided. You know that, right?”

She doesn’t respond to me.

We are in complete silence for a good three or four seconds.

“But I did get this all correct,” I say. “See this? Look at this balance sheet. Wrote most of that out by hand.”

Mila studies the papers, blinking fast.

It’s the first time I realize just how intense her brain must be. How smart she is. The kind of pressure she probably lives with on a daily basis too. I’m sure she puts a ton of that pressure on herself. But still.

“This looks great,” she says. “I guess the tutoring is working.”

“I don’t need tutoring, Mila. Apparently I just need to apply myself more.”

She looks at me. “Well, whatever, just get the work done.”

“You know, Willow and I have a system.”

“A system?”

“Yeah. When I get an answer right, I get something from her. You know what I mean?”

“No. What do you get? A cookie?”

“We start with a kiss and go from there.”

Mila steps back. “What?”

“A kiss. Shows me her boobs. I play with her boobs. I tease her nipples. And then…”

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