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Tatum:Also, applesauce.
Lennox:You’re eating applesauce?
Tatum:Nope. But that was the first food eaten in space.
Lennox:New goal: stump Tatum with a trivia question.
Tatum:Challenge accepted. Does this mean you’re going to text me ALL THE TIME?
Lennox:Definitely.
Tatum:Thank you for dinner. I really didn’t expect you to cook for me after the night you’ve had.
Lennox:What did I tell you about cooking for you?
Tatum:Yes, yes, all I have to do is ask. As a thank you, here’s a link to the quiz bowl finals the year I won. You have my permission to laugh at my very bad hair.
I pull up the link on YouTube and send it over.
It’s five or so minutes before Lennox responds.
Lennox:I approve of this form of payment. I expect baby pictures in exchange for the next meal.
Lennox:Your hair was EPIC.
Lennox:Hey, also, thanks for your thoughts earlier. I talked to Zach, and I’m already excited about what this could mean for us.
Tatum:Of course! I’m so happy to help.
Lennox:Can I see you tomorrow?
Tatum:You see me every day.
Lennox:Maybe I want to do more than see you.
My heart starts pounding, and I let out a little squeal that makes Toby sit up and woof.
Lennox:What time do you work tomorrow? Are you free in the morning?
Tatum:Tomorrow is slammed. But I am not opposed to accidentally on purpose running into you in the pantry a time or two.
Lennox:That is not going to be enough to satisfy me. Meet me in my office for coffee at nine?
Tatum:If you’re bringing the coffee, I’m there.
Lennox:Perfect.
I put my phone down and pick up my fork.
The plan does sound perfect. Almost too perfect? Or maybe it’s Lennox who seems too perfect.
I want to be an optimist. I really do. But I can’t help but worry that when something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
Chapter Eighteen
Lennox
Flint:Hey. Anyone have an update on Lennox and his new woman?
