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Chapter Forty-Eight

Hunter

Emma pokes her eggs with her fork. She looks from them to me then back to the eggs. "You tried."

"Cruel."

"It's just…" She stabs them again. "Well…"

"Yeah?"

"They're disgusting."

I can't help but laugh. That's her. No sugar coating. No easing me into it. No bullshit. "I haven't improved?"

"Well…" She grabs the Sriracha from the table and drowns her eggs in it. "Yeah, but, honestly, Hunter, you were hopeless then."

"Then?"

"You're still pretty bad."

"Fuck, Em."

"You're great at coffee." She wraps her fingers around her mug. The one that saysSarcasm Loading…. "And sex." Her cheeks flush. "Tattoos."

"Is my ego that fragile."

She motionsa littlethen she scoops eggs and brings them to her lips. She chews and swallows slowly. "Almost edible."

"Almost?"

"I mean, if I was starving and they were my only option…"

"You'd still toss them?"

She laughs. "Better than last time."

"You spit those out."

"Not everyone is good at everything." She stands, brings the plate of eggs to the sink, slides them into the garbage disposal. "Want me to make some?"

"If I haven't scarred you from ever eating eggs again."

She laughs. "No. But I wouldn't mind chocolate oatmeal instead."

"Go for it."

She grabs the oatmeal from the fridge and scoops it into a bowl. "What are you going to eat?"

"How about this legendary chocolate oatmeal?"

"You mock it every time you see it."

True, but—"I'll mock you for whatever you do."

"You're cruel that way."

"I know."

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