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"…And how about the look we got from the guy behind the counter?"
I pulled out of the parking lot with a chuckle.
"Priceless," I said, "I'm not sure he'd ever seen a woman before, the way he stared at you."
Elizabeth adjusted her skirt, smoothed it down her thighs. She closed her eyes and smiled, rested her head against the seat. I finally asked the question.
"Was he fucking you?"
She turned her head, one eyebrow cocked in mock outrage. "I'm not sure I want to tell you."
I looked at her with an exaggerated pout, then looked back at the road. "Okay, fine, keep it a secret then – I don't care."
"No, but I wish I had his number, he gives great finger."
We looked at each other – and suddenly burst out laughing. She slid across the bench seat and I wrapped an arm around her; she rested her head against my chest.
"Do we need anything from the store?" I asked.
"We're out of milk and I could use a bottle of water, I'm parched."
I swung the truck into the parking lot and shut off the engine. We walked, hand-in-hand, into the store.
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