Page 15 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns

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Lucian: She wouldn’t betray me like this. We have a bond.

Olivia: Your “bond” didn’t stop her from trotting happily alongside me with zero hesitation.

Lucian: She probably thought you were leading her to me.

Olivia: You keep telling yourself that, champ.

Lucian: Don’t patronize me.

Olivia: Would never dream of it.

Lucian: Where are you now?

Olivia: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Lucian: Olivia.

Olivia: Lucian.

Lucian: Are you holding my dog hostage again?

Olivia: Define “hostage.”

Lucian: Possession of something that isn’t legally yours.

Olivia: That’s an interesting definition.

Lucian: Olivia.

Olivia: Fine. We’re at the coffee shop. I’m getting her a doggie cookie.

Lucian: What coffee shop?

Olivia: Oh, look at the time. Gotta go.

Lucian: You better not be feeding her whipped cream.

Olivia: She deserves treats. Cookie and puppy-latte it is.

Lucian: You do realize I’m coming to get her, right?

Olivia: Would you dare to come and get her?

Lucian: . . .

Lucian: Are you flirting with me, Doc?

Olivia: In your dreams, Crawford.

Lucian: In my dreams we do a lot more than flirting. You want to know what we do in my dreams?

Olivia: Not particularly.

Lucian: That’s a shame. Because in my dreams, you’re a lot less stubborn.

Olivia: And here I thought you liked me just the way I am.

Lucian: Oh, I do. I like you exactly like this—flustered, defensive, pretending you don’t hang onto my every word.

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