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Sam stared in a state of mild shock as Bette bit off the muffin, washing it down with a sip of coffee, then took a seat on the office couch, crossing her legs.
”Here you go,” Tina handed Sam a signed document and gave her a small apologetic smile.
”Have a nice evening,” Sam said to Tina, then glanced at Bette before she strode out of the office.
”Same to you,” Bette mumbled drily in a belated response and popped the rest of the muffin into her mouth.
Tina bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as she made her way to the couch. ”You are bad.”
”Am I?” the brunette quizzed, pretending to be busy examining the coffee cup in her hands.
”You have nothing to be jealous about. Sam and I are just friends,” Tina explained.
”I’m sure you are, cupcake.”
Tina couldn’t help but giggle in amusement. ”Babe, stop it. And give me my coffee,” she said and reached over.
Bette pulled the cup away from Tina’s reach, brushing Tina’s hand aside. ”Finders keepers, losers weepers,” she declared in all her seriousness. ”Go finish your work, cupcake. Time is money.”
Shaking her head, Tina stole a kiss from Bette’s rigid lips and went back to her table.
On their way to the grocery store, Bette kept getting those strange creepy feelings that she was being followed, and she found herself glancing at the side mirror while trying to remain unperturbed in Tina’s eyes and maintain a steady conversation with her.
As they strolled through the isles, Bette pushed the cart slowly while Tina put cartons and food into it, consulting Bette along the way. In a kind of an absentminded manner the brunette listened and agreed with whatever Tina suggested. She wasn’t feeling very well in her stomach as if nerves were knotting it, so all she wanted to do was to go home with Tina as soon as possible. Letting go of the cart, Bette ran her hands over her jeans to get rid of the sticky sweat.
Tina put cheese and butter into the cart and looked up at Bette. ”Babe, you okay?”
”Yeah, why?” Bette said quickly, resuming her hold of the cart.
”I don’t know, you look a little distracted.”