Page 131 of Flipping His Script

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Now, I had to laugh. "Ducks, huh?"

"Hey!" she protested. "I didn't laugh atyoufor trees and bushes."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should've."It was, after all, a pussy thing to say.

With a laugh, she replied, "I'll remember that next time. So….What's your favorite food?"

"Steak."

"I knew it!"

"Easy guess," I said. "What's yours?"

"Pie."

"What kind?"

"Any kind."

"Good choice."

We were just a few minutes from the house, and I was more relieved than she knew. Carrying her, nowthatwas easy. But hiding the way it made me feel –thatwas a whole lot harder.

Pun intended.

The truth was, she felt right in my arms. And I liked the sound of her voice mingled with the wind rustling through the trees.

Again, my steps almost faltered.

What the fuck?

Who thought that way?

Not me.

Or at least, not until now.

We traveled for several moments in silence until she said, "Speaking of steak, I've got something to tell you."

Judging from her tone, it wouldn't be good. "Yeah? What's that?"

"At the steakhouse, remember when Mackenzie was under the table? Well, she uh…took a selfie." Anna cleared her throat. "With you in the background."

Compared to other shit I'd seen, this was nothing. And besides, the news wasn't a surprise. "I know," I said. "I saw it."

"Oh, my God," Anna groaned. "She showed you? Seriously?"

"Nope."

Anna hesitated. "So did Preston show it to you or something?"

"Guess again."

"Well, I know thatIdidn't show it to you."

"Got that right."

"So who did?" she asked.

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