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AFTER OUR LITTLE rendezvous in the cornfield, Maddox took me to the diner his friends had recommended. Both of us were ravenous, so we ordered both appetizers and meals. As we waited, he talked about his new job at the auto shop and how much he was enjoying it.
“I’m going to need to find a job,” I said, stirring the strawberry banana malt I’d ordered. “I have some money, but it’s not going to last.”
“They’re hiring for a receptionist at my place,” he said. “I don’t know what the pay is, but it’s worth looking into.”
“You sure you’d want me working with you? It won’t be too much?”
“You kidding me? I’d love seeing you every second of the day.”
My heart melted.
“The truth is, however, I don’t spend a lot of time in the front of the building, so we’d prob
