Page 94 of Torrid Love

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Shit.

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Yeah.

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So, you’re still home?

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I’ve been at it since seven this morning.

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Thirteen hours. Wow.

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Oh. My. God! Is it already eight? No wonder I’m famished.

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I’m here to the rescue!

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You’re doubling as a knight in shining armor now?

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Almost. I stopped by Flaming Hot Chicken and my Maserati smells really good.

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Shut up! You’re lying!

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I got all of your favorites including, chicken leg quarters and wings. I made sure to select two levels of heat for the sauce—mild and medium—for you, and Nashville Hawt for me. I got a serving of your three favorite side dishes—I doubled up on the seasoned fries. And for dessert, I scooped up a dozen of their mini lemon sour cream pound cakes.

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Shut up! You’re lying!

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It must’ve been a long day because you’re repeating yourself, Dom.

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You’re pulling my leg.

I bite off a smile. She takes food very seriously.

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I can drive back to Manhattan Beach and stuff my face in the comfort of my home or I can come by your place and you can help me eat all this food.

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