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“Can you have her make me whatever she made me last time if she remembers?”

“She’ll remember,” Logan said.

“Can I have something minty?” Maisie asked. “I don’t care which alcohol.”

“I can ask,” Logan said and turned to Lainey and Paige.

“Oh, just a beer for me,” Lainey spoke. “And a burger. I’m starving.”

“Same,” Paige said.

“Do you want to eat?” India asked Maisie.

“I’ve got leftover pizza at my place. Want to have this drink and go back there with me and eat it?”

“Leftover pizza?” she asked. “Do I have to eat it cold?”

“No, I’ll heat it up for you,” Maisie replied. “In the actual oven, if you want, so that the crust is still crunchy.”

“You’re the best,” India said.

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“So, be honest: when was the last time you ate leftover pizza?” Maisie asked as she slid the pizza into the oven.

“It’s been a while. I’m not really one for leftovers.”

“No?” Maisie asked, closing the oven door and turning around to face her.

“I normally don’t eat a lot of takeout, either.”

“What do you eat, then?”

India laughed and replied, “I cook, Maisie. I also have a housekeeper. She prepares a few meals a week in advance for me and puts them in the refrigerator or freezer.”

“Aren’t those leftovers?” Maisie asked.

“No, they’re not leftovers from anything since I haven’t eaten them. And I meant takeout leftovers, like pizza, when I said that I didn’t eat leftovers.” India moved into Maisie and pulled her in by the hips. “Do you want to maybe watch a movie or something?”

“Yes. But you saw my TV and how small it is, right?”

“Yes, it’s TV-sized, and that’s fine with me,” she replied.

Maisie laughed and asked, “What is TV-sized, exactly?”

“It’s the size of the TV in your living room,” India said and wrapped her arms around Maisie’s waist.

“Can I maybe take a shower first? I didn’t have to play all that hard tonight, but I’m still a little sweaty.”

“I can keep an eye on the pizza,” she offered and kissed Maisie’s nose. “But you don’t have to take a shower on my account. You look great to me.”

“I’m not sure Ismellgreat, though.”

India leaned in and pressed her lips to Maisie’s neck.

“You smell great to me,” she said, breathing her in.

“Ten minutes,” Maisie replied, sounding like she didn’t want to say it at all.