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Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.
Duncan got the parrot and strode back to her with it. He looked so powerful. Like an action hero at the end of a movie, leaving a site seconds before an explosion went off behind him. He even carried the five-foot stuffed toy over his shoulder as one might carry a well-worn leather jacket.
The moment their chairs pitched forward, Duncan and Retta’s hands instinctively found each other’s.
he found Retta a surprising mix of awkward and bold.
“There could be a live possum in there and you wouldn’t know,” Duncan said. “His name is Terrance.” “What?” Duncan asked. “The live possum in my refrigerator? His name is Terrance.”
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re gonna be in trouble, and we don’t want that.” There was a beat of silence before she looked into his eyes and asked, “No?”
His hands clenched and unclenched, and neither of them said anything.
“Stressed about?”
“Money, the bakery, climate change—”
“Look at the fucking view,” she said, squirming under his touch. Looking at her, he said, “I am.” She rolled her eyes. “Pfft. I know you can do better than that corny ass line.”
“Nah, day one started the moment you thought I was your date at that coffee shop.”
“And as my official, very real boyfriend you should know I’ll need one to two of your hoodies, your Netflix login information, and a ride until I get my car back. Oh, and food.”

