Dozer snorted at that, earning a mean look from his son. Lisa hummed to herself as she rummaged around the kitchen. I love that she isn't stepping in at all. It almost feels like she trusts me to put her son in his place. Respectfully.
"Fu.cking fine!" Cutter growled as he pulled out the chair next to me. "One meal, then we go."
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"I don't know why you were acting so weird about me and your mom," I complained as we walked back to Cutter's house. "You never cared when I talked to your dad."
"That's different," he said. "Dad knows how to stay in his own lane. Mom likes to meddle. I like it better when she stays out of my business."
I scrunched my face up at him as he opened his front door.
"But... I'm not your business," I said.
Cutter didn't reply.
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