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“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“I mean, it’s not my area of expertise in engineering or drinking, but feel free to test it out if you don’t trust me.”
“Did you test it out?”
“I had a margarita while you were in the shower, yes.”
“How was it?”
“Your shower?” he asked innocently, while reaching for another tortilla chip. “Sounded good to me.” He grinned.
Why was he grinning at me like that? We didn’t grin at each other like that. He grinned at me in other ways. I got the “you are such an adorable non-athlete” grin, the “you are such a cute non-tech genius” grin, the “it’s so funny that you hate it when I don’t wear a shirt” grin. This was a flirty grin. The kind he used on hot waitresses when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“Try to leave a few tortilla chips for the guests.” I strode over to the living room area and angled the armchair so that it faced the sofa more than the TV. Better. That felt better.
“Who are you all dressed up for?”
“What? Nobody. Why, is it obvious?”
“Obvious that you’re dressed up for someone in particular?”
“Is it too chesty? Do I look like a Tits Magee?”
“Let me assure you that there is no such thing as ‘too chesty,’ and I’m not exactly sure what a Tits Magee looks like. Do you have pictures?”
“I’m changing.”
“No. Don’t go changing. You look…tasteful. Like a high-class prostitute at a cool club in Miami. Who’s the guy?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I could kill you.”
“I’m just kidding. You look good. Who’s the guy?”
“There’s nothe guy. I’m gonna put on a cardigan.”
“I mean. Your milkshake will still bring a few boys to the yard if you just throw a cardigan over that little piece of material. Maybe a turtleneck?”
“Theodore! People are going to start coming soon! Oh my God I’m just going to change.”
“I’m totally kidding. Just stay like that. You look great. Have you been working out?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious. You’re a lot more toned than you were the last time I saw your bare arms, which was like, never ago. Don’t tell me you’re doing strength training.”
I smirked at him.Take that, Walker!“Okay, I won’t.” I crossed over to the kitchen, past where he was leaning against the counter in his two hundred dollar jeans and simple grey T-shirt, so he could get a better look at my toned arms and décolletage and a whiff of my new perfume.
“You’re doing strength training?You.Not just lifting giant spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth, but lifting actual free weights?”
“I’m doing yoga because it keeps me calm and centered!”
“Seriously? Since when? That’s awesome. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. Help me get that big bowl from the top shelf.”
“I’d go to a yoga class with you.”
