Tucker hopped the fence to help her. “I can handle it,” she informed him in that lofty voice he was sure she thought scared people off, when in fact, it made him a little hot.He scooped up four of the bags. “Sure you can, but why should you when I can help?”“I’m fine.”He smiled at her. “Yeah, you’re extremely fine.”She had four bags in her arms, too, and she just stared at him. “Why do you say such things?”“Because they’re true.”“So you always speak the truth?”“Always,” he said.She started walking toward the house. He followed her. In the kitchen they set down the bags, and she turned to him. “I’m not like the girls you hang out with at the bars in Three Rocks.”“Those girls are just friends.”She shot him a disgusted look, and he laughed. “They are.” He moved close to help her empty out the bags. “We all hang out together, Eddie and Stone, too, and none of us really hook up, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
