I should have warned you to stop with two pieces of pizza.” He leaned over and scooped a copy of the New York Times and a cell phone off the seat. He threw them in the bed of the truck, which was covered by a white truck cap.
Eve looked at the cracked seat. “Do I need to get shots before entering?” She clambered up and looked for the seatbelt shoulder strap. She wasn’t taking any chances.
“Hold this on your lap, would you?” He passed her the pizza box.
Eve scrunched her face at the thick layer of dust covering the dashboard. “I can see why you don’t want to put it on any available surface.” She gave him the door handle in exchange for the box.
He threw it in the back along with the newspaper and the cell phone.
Eve turned around, but decided not to investigate too closely. “Handy filing system you got there.”
Carter put his keys in the ignition and stopped. “On second thought. Hand over the pizza.” She did. He tossed it in the back where it thudded silently. “There. It’s now filed under ‘B.”’
She was confused. “‘B’? I would have thought ‘P’ for pizza.”
He turned and grinned at her sideways. “‘B’ for ‘bet.’ And I think it’s time I collected.”
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