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Jett
“Two of the salmon filets, please?” I say to the white-outfitted guy behind the meat counter at Whole Foods. He points to two, and I nod. “Yeah, those are perfect.”
I’m planning on cooking dinner for Cady, because I have yet to see her eat anything that didn’t come in a plastic to-go bag. Also, she’s never been to my place. For some reason, I have a feeling that she will be skittish about it.
Thus, I have something to offer, aside from the promise of more s*x. Salmon and asparagus and maybe some bread. That sounds pretty good.
And I’ll have her for dessert, my man-brain interjects.
The guy hands me the paper-wrapped salmon, and I head to the bakery section. I pick out a loaf of bread, then wander up to the register. A few minutes later, I’m out the door with my purchases, hea
