Page 127 of Captivated
Zeeb: We both did, maybe.
Nate: Maybe.
Zeeb: You okay, Nate?
Nate: I’m fine.
Zeeb: So we’re back to fine again? I call that a step in the wrong direction.
Nate: At least that would be a direction.
Zeeb: ???
Nate: Dad wants me. Later.
August 4
Zeeb: Tonight for dinner we had chicken and dumplings. One of my favorite foods. Wished you’d been here so I could share it with you.
Nate: So you could steal my dumplings the way you stole my home fries?
Zeeb: I wouldn’t touch your dumplings.
Nate: You’re smirking, aren’t you?
Zeeb: Damn. You really do know me.
August 5
Zeeb: You been busy or just don’t feel like talking?
Nate: Two-way street. You’ve been quiet too.
Zeeb: Weekend got busy. Leather guys left, 6 guests arrived. And they all want to ride. My ass is numb.
Nate: Get Walt to give you a rubdown. He’d like that.
Zeeb: [laughing emoji] Like I’d let him anywhere near my ass.
Nate: You have good hands.
Zeeb: Where did that come from?
Nate: Thinking about the rubdown you gave me.
Zeeb: Oh. Right.
(pause)
Zeeb: One of the guests asked if I was okay today. Said I looked distracted.
Nate: That doesn’t sound like you.
Zeeb: I told her I had dust in my eyes.
Nate: And was that true?
Zeeb: Nope. But it was easier than telling her the stable was missing something.
