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“What kind of food?!”, Malachi asked, incredulously, “I cook all kinds of food, little girl!” He clicked off on his fingers what he was saying, “Down home Country cookin’, Chinese, Indian, Mexican, Italian, Greek, French, Thai, Barbeque…whatever your little heart desires!”
Wiggling his eyebrows, Mal teased, “It does? How many guys do you know, naughty girl?!” Colby was fun to tease; it made him wish he’d had a little sister. Of course, he wasn’t thinking of Colby as his sister…that would be sick.
“Okay, let’s hit the Creole Creamery”, Mal decided, “Then I can drive you back and you can wonder…”, he used a high girlish voice, “…will he kiss me or won’t he?” He was teasing Colby and it was fun, but in reality, he sure wouldn’t mind kissing the cute little sophomore.
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“My mom and my Uncle Julien taught me from when I was young”, he shrugged with a proud smile. “I love cooking, it takes me to another place.”
“MmmmmHmmmm”, Malachi teasingly gave her a skeptical look. He wouldn’t keep up the messing with her long, but he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.
Okay, he had better review that decision about the teasing. Poor Colby looked like her head was going to explode; her face was crimson red. He slipped one long arm around her shoulder and gave her a one-armed hug, “I know, baby, I’m just playing…”, he gave her his best puppy dog eyes, “…forgive me?”
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