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“Nothing can look appealing when you’re eating it on Panda’s puke-green table,” Lucy retorted.
“The table stays,” he said.
“Your loss.” She went to her bedroom and returned with the sack of Temple’s legitimate purchases. Panda snatched it away before Temple could touch it. He rooted around inside and, after satisfying himself that it held only magazines and nail clippers—none of the banned substances hidden under Lucy’s sink—he handed it to his client.
The Evil Queen turned her imperious eyes on him. “Really, Panda … Don’t you think that’s a bit insulting to Lucy?”
“Could be. Don’t care.”
Lucy snorted.
Temple set the sack aside. “Honestly, why don’t the two of you just go to bed together and get it over with?”
Panda’s forkful of mushy broccoli stalled in midair. Lucy nearly choked. Panda recovered first. “You’re way off base.”
“Am I?” Temple propped her bent elbow on the table and tapped her chin with her fingers. “I’ve made a successful career out of reading people, and the chemistry between you two is hot enough to be embarrassing.”
“Your imagination,” Panda said. “What you’re picking up is hostility. Two different people with two different outlooks. One of us is a hardheaded realist. The other isn’t.”
That was such crap that Lucy couldn’t stand it. “We had sex, Temple. It wasn’t that good.”
“I knew it!” Temple chortled in triumph. “He’s one of those selfish lovers, isn’t it? Only out for his own pleasure.”
“I am not!”
“Totally selfish,” Lucy said. “Over in a flash. Once was definitely enough.”
Panda’s plate rattled as he dropped his fork.
Temple ignored him. “I’m surprised. He has amazing stamina during our workouts. Maybe …”
“That’s enough.” He shot up from the table. “More than enough. End of discussion.”
As he stalked toward the back door, Lucy took the seat he’d vacated. “I’m not
sure workout effort translates into the bedroom.”
“It should,” Temple said. “All that blood flow.”
The door slammed behind him, and the porch floor reverberated from the blunt trauma of his footsteps. Temple’s voice became an urgent whisper. “Did you get my muffin?”
“It’s in a sack under the sink in my bathroom.”
“What kind?”
“Chocolate.”
“Perfect.” She eyed Panda through the window, assessing how far he was from the house. “Was he really a bad lover?”
“I guess not.” Lucy pushed his plate of barely eaten food away. “He said it was me. He said I wasn’t that good.”
Temple’s dark brows arched. “He actually told you that?”
Lucy nodded.
“Interesting,” Temple said. “Maybe you should try again?”
“Are you serious?”
