“You’re kidding,” she said.
“Yeah, I am. But they do have huge bathtubs. And I make a mean enchilada. What do you say?”
She bit her lip.
I lost my breath, waiting on the answer. It was dumb; she was just a woman, albeit a beautiful, strong one, who’d helped me out of a tough situation.
“Okay,” she said. “Yeah, I guess that’s okay. But I’ve got to be at work early tomorrow.”
“Perfect. That won’t be a problem.”
I hopped out of the truck and refilled the tank with the small container of gas that George had given me. A few minutes later, we were on our way.
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