Terms and Conditions by Lauren Asher
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“What are you doing?”
“Helping my wife.”
My throat bobs. “You’re growing a bit too comfortable with that nickname for my liking.”
“I use it to remind you of your place.”
“And what’s that?”
“Mine.”
***
“He’s your boss.”
“I know.”
“He’s much older than you.”
“Is that supposed to be a bad thing because I only see the positives,” Nana asks.”
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“When he looks back up, his eyes seem to brighten. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No,” I say too quickly.
His grin widens.”
“She smiles up at me. “You’re not dancing.”
I’m not sure I’m even breathing.
She laughs”
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