“Why don’t I help you grab the rest?” he asks, the stupid timbre of his voice doing stupid things to my stupid body. “Teamwork makes the dream work, am I right?” Teamwork makes the dream work? This guy, who is an award-winning writer of words, just said that? His cheeks redden beneath my gaze and a kinder person would move on, pretending that didn’t happen. “Did you really say that?” I guess I’m not very kind. “I honestly regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth. I was hoping you would let it slide.”
