And Carter? Carter’s already loading two plates up, counting out twelve tacos each. “No. Absolutely not.” I wave my hands in front of my face when he pushes a plate in front of me. “I’m twenty-four. I’m not engaging in a taco-eating contest with you just to prove that I can do it.” * * * I engaged in a taco-eating contest with Carter Beckett just to prove that I could do it.
