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He tossed his head back and laughed. “Right, that’s a good one. Seriously, give me your hand.”
“And why would I give you my hand? I’m going to throw you.”
“Uh—no, you’re not. I’m going to throw you.”
“You know where the bags are.”
“And I can just as easily guide you around the kitchen. Besides, the one with more muscles should do the throwing.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Youthink you have bigger muscles than me?”
“It’s pretty obvious that I do.”
“Okay, let’s say that’s true—which it’s not—what makes you more qualified to do the throwing? Did you ever play baseball?”
“No, but what does that matter? You’re not a baseball.”
“But the technique is the same!” I argued.
“Hardly. If you threw me over your shoulder, one of us would end up dead.”
I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. “Look, just trust me on this. I have a lot of experience in things like this.”
“As a construction worker? Do you throw wood a lot?”
Shit, that’s right. He didn’t know my real job. “I was in the military.”
He nodded, obviously impressed. “Okay, you got me.”
“See?”
“I bet you threw a lot of shit after digging your own latrine.”
Scowling, I shoved my hands in my pockets, refusing to move any further. “And what makes you think you’re more qualified? Is it that big wrench you carry around?”
“That could have something to do with it. I’m used to carrying the weight of others.”
I chuckled to myself. If only he knew how many times I had to strap someone to my back and carry them out of a dangerous situation under heavy fire. “I think I can handle it.” This was going nowhere fast. There had to be another solution.
“Maybe neither of us has to throw the other. Maybe we could just jump.”
“I know I could,” I snorted.
“Yeah, well, I could too.”
I rolled my eyes at the sheer competitive nature over something so stupid. The man didn’t know when to quit. Then again, I was arguing with him about it, so that probably didn’t make me too much better.
“Fine, I’ll go first.”
“Why are you going first?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. Did you want to go first? Please, be my guest,” I said, waving my hand out in front of me.
He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at me. “How do I know that you’re not trying to get me over there for something else?”
“Like what?” I asked incredulously. “What could I possibly gain by having you over there?”
“I haven’t figured it out yet, but there’s something off about you. You’re lying about something.”
