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She grabs my wrist, stopping me before I can pick up her plate. “You cooked. I’ll clean.”

“But I like taking care of you.” I don’t just mean the meal or the cleanup, and when she lifts her eyes to meet mine, I see the heat there. Is she thinking about Saturday night too?

“Only you could turn a discussion about who loads the dishwasher into a come-on line, Carter.” She’s trying to be flippant