“Then they’re stupid. Can I finish

“Then they’re stupid. Can I finish this last portion or do you want some more?”
His lips twitched as he handed over the bowl. “Be my guest.” She fought a groan as the spicy tomato sauce danced on her tongue. “Alexa, what’s going on with your bookstore expansion?”
The strand of spaghetti caught in her throat and she choked. He flew up from the chair and began pounding on her back, but she shook him off and guzzled a few mouthfuls of water. The poem flashed in mocking horror past her vision. Oh, the tangled web we weave, when first we first practice to deceive…
“Are you okay?”
“Fine. Just went down the wrong pipe.” She changed the subject. “We have to go over my parents’ for Thanksgiving.”
“No, I hate holidays. You didn’t answer my question. You got the cash and I was under the impression you needed to start the cafe right away. I have some ideas I’d like to go over with you.”
Her heart beat so fast the blood roared in her head. This was bad. Very, very bad. “Umm, Nick, I don’t expect you to help me with the cafe. You have enough on your plate with the waterfront project and the board hounding your every step. Besides, I already sort of hired someone.”
“Who?”
Shit.
She waved her hand in the air in a dismissive gesture. “Forgot his name. A customer recommended him. He’s, um, drawing up the plans and we’ll start soon. I may wait until spring.”
He frowned. “No reason to wait. I don’t trust this guy already. Give me his number and I’ll talk to him.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you involved.” The words seemed to punch him like a surprise right hook. He winced, then quickly recovered. The misery of her lies festered, but she reminded herself to stick to business, even though she knew in some strange way she hurt him.
His face reflected disinterest. “Fine. If that’s what you prefer.”
Her voice gentled. “I’d just like to stick to business in our relationship. Getting you involved in my cafe project isn’t a good idea. Don’t you agree?”
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
The silence beat around them and verged on awkwardness. She cleared her throat. “Back to Thanksgiving. You have to go, there’s no choice.”
“Tell them I have to work.”
“You’re going. It’s important to my family. They’d suspect something’s up if we don’t attend.”
“I hate Thanksgiving.”
“I heard you the first time but I still don’t care.”
“Family holidays weren’t in the contract.”
“Sometimes we can’t follow the contract to the letter.”
His head popped up from his plate like she suddenly had his full attention. “You’re probably right. We have to allow for some flexibility and maybe some mistakes along the way.”
She nodded and forked off the last mouthful. “Exactly. So, you’ll come?”
“Sure.”
His total turnaround made her pause, but she ignored it. Her empty bowl mocked her. Damn, what had she done?
“Funny you mentioned the contract,” he said. “A little problem came up but it’s solved now.”
Maybe she’d do some extra work on the treadmill. And lift some weights. Maybe even go back to yoga class.
“I wasn’t going to say anything but I wanted to be honest. You probably won’t even care.”
She’d call Maggie tomorrow and go to kickboxing. The class burned more calories and was good for self-defense.
“Gabriella kissed me.”
Her head shot up. “What did you say?”
He shrugged. “She called and wanted to meet me. She said she’s moving to California. I didn’t initiate, so I guess it was her idea of a good-bye kiss. End of story.”
Her eyes narrowed. His seemingly casual attitude masked a deeper truth. She also knew the way to get it was to play the whole thing off.
“A good-bye kiss, huh? Well, that doesn’t sound too threatening.” She watched him practically slump in the chair with relief. She pretended to be engaged with the leftover leaves from her salad to take the pressure off. “Cheek or lips?”
“Lips. Quick, though.”
“Okay. So no tongue, right?”
The chair squeaked with his definite squirm. The son of a bitch was busted. “Not really.”
“Sure?”
“Maybe a little. Happened so fast I don’t remember.”
Even when they were kids, he’d sucked at lying. He got in trouble every time and Maggie escaped punishment because she was damn good. Nick’s nose practically grew and screamed the truth to the world.
“Okay. The main thing is you told me the truth. Where did this happen?”
“Down by the river.”
“After your meeting?”
“Yep.”
“She called on your cell phone.”
“I told her not to come but she said it was important so I waited for her. I told her I wanted nothing more to do with her.”
“Then she kissed you and you pushed her away.”
“Right.”
“Where were her hands?”
Confusion muddied his features. He seemed to think it over as if afraid it was a trick question. “What do you mean?”
“Her hands. Around your neck, waist, where?”
“Around my neck.”
“Where were your hands?”
“Before or after I pushed her away?”
Bingo.
“Before.”
“Around her waist.”
“Okay. So it sounds like it was a while before you finally pushed her away, and tongue was involved,

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Kemudian mereka bodoh. Dapatkah saya menyelesaikan bagian terakhir ini atau Anda ingin lagi? "
Bibirnya bergerak-gerak saat ia menyerahkan mangkuk. "Jadilah tamu saya." Dia berjuang mengerang seperti saus tomat pedas menari-nari di lidahnya. "Alexa, apa yang terjadi dengan ekspansi toko buku Anda?"
The seuntai spaghetti tercekat di tenggorokan dan dia tersedak. Dia terbang dari kursi dan mulai berdebar di punggungnya, tapi ia menggelengkan dia pergi dan menenggak beberapa teguk air. Puisi tersebut melintas di mengejek horor masa visinya. Oh, web kusut kita menenun, ketika pertama kali kami latihan pertama untuk menipu ...
"Apakah kamu baik-baik saja?"
"Baik. Hanya turun pipa yang salah. "Dia mengubah subjek. "Kami harus pergi ke orang tua saya 'untuk Thanksgiving."
"Tidak, aku benci liburan. Anda tidak menjawab pertanyaan saya. Anda punya uang dan saya berada di bawah kesan yang Anda butuhkan untuk memulai kafe segera. Saya punya beberapa ide saya ingin pergi dengan Anda. "
Jantungnya berdetak begitu cepat darah meraung di kepalanya. Ini adalah buruk. Sangat sangat buruk. "Umm, Nick, saya tidak mengharapkan Anda untuk membantu saya dengan kafe. Anda cukup memiliki di piring Anda dengan proyek waterfront dan papan menggangguku setiap langkah Anda. Selain itu, saya sudah semacam mempekerjakan seseorang. "
" Siapa? "
Sial.
Dia melambaikan tangannya di udara dengan sikap meremehkan. "Lupa namanya. Pelanggan merekomendasikan dia. Dia, um, menyusun rencana dan kami akan segera dimulai. Aku mungkin menunggu sampai musim semi. "
Dia mengerutkan kening. "Tidak ada alasan untuk menunggu. Aku tidak percaya orang ini sudah. Berikan nomor dan saya akan berbicara dengan dia. "
" Tidak. "
" Mengapa tidak? "
" Karena aku tidak ingin kau terlibat. "Kata-kata tampaknya memukulnya seperti hook kanan kejutan. Dia meringis, kemudian cepat pulih. Penderitaan kebohongannya membusuk, tapi dia mengingatkan dirinya sendiri untuk tetap bisnis, meskipun ia tahu dalam beberapa cara yang aneh dia menyakitinya.
Wajahnya tercermin ketidaktertarikan. "Baik. Jika itu yang Anda inginkan. "
Suaranya melembut. "Saya hanya ingin menempel bisnis dalam hubungan kita. Mendapatkan Anda terlibat dalam proyek cafe saya adalah bukan ide yang baik. Apakah Anda tidak setuju? "
" Tentu. Apa pun yang Anda inginkan. "
Keheningan mengalahkan sekitar mereka dan verged kecanggungan. Dia berdeham. "Kembali ke Thanksgiving. Anda harus pergi, tidak ada pilihan. "
" Katakan pada mereka aku harus bekerja. "
" Kau akan. Sangat penting untuk keluarga saya. Mereka menduga ada sesuatu yang jika kita tidak hadir. "
" Aku benci Thanksgiving. "
" Saya mendengar Anda pertama kali tapi aku masih tidak peduli. "
" Liburan keluarga tidak dalam kontrak. "
" Kadang-kadang kita tidak bisa mengikuti kontrak untuk surat itu. "
kepalanya muncul dari piring seperti dia tiba-tiba perhatian penuh. "Kau mungkin benar. Kita harus memungkinkan untuk beberapa fleksibilitas dan mungkin beberapa kesalahan di sepanjang jalan. "
Dia mengangguk dan bercabang off seteguk terakhir. "Persis. Jadi, Anda akan datang? "
" Tentu. "
Total turnaround-Nya membuat jeda, tapi dia mengabaikannya. Mangkuk kosong mengejek dia. Sial, apa yang dia lakukan?
"Lucu Anda sebutkan kontrak," katanya. "Masalah kecil datang tapi itu diselesaikan sekarang."
Mungkin dia melakukan beberapa pekerjaan tambahan di atas treadmill. Dan mengangkat beberapa beban. Mungkin bahkan kembali ke kelas yoga.
"Saya tidak akan mengatakan apa-apa tapi aku ingin jujur. Anda mungkin bahkan tidak akan peduli. "
Dia menelepon Maggie besok dan pergi ke kickboxing. Kelas membakar lebih banyak kalori dan baik untuk pertahanan diri.
"Gabriella menciumku."
Kepalanya terangkat. "Apa yang kau katakan?"
Dia mengangkat bahu. "Dia menelepon dan ingin bertemu dengan saya. Dia mengatakan dia pindah ke California. Saya tidak memulai, jadi saya kira itu idenya dari ciuman selamat tinggal. Akhir cerita. "
Matanya menyipit. Sikap tampaknya santainya bertopeng kebenaran yang lebih dalam. Dia juga tahu cara untuk mendapatkannya adalah untuk bermain semuanya off.
"Ciuman selamat tinggal, ya? Yah, itu tidak terdengar terlalu mengancam. "Dia menyaksikan dia praktis merosot di kursi dengan lega. Dia berpura-pura terlibat dengan daun sisa dari salad untuk mengambil tekanan off. "Pipi atau bibir?"
"Bibir. Cepat, meskipun. "
" Oke. Jadi tidak ada lidah, kan? "
Kursi mencicit dengan menggeliat pasti nya. The Bajingan sudah rusak. "Tidak benar-benar."
"Yakin?"
"Mungkin sedikit. Terjadi begitu cepat saya tidak ingat. "
Bahkan ketika mereka masih anak-anak, ia mengisap berbohong. Dia mendapat masalah setiap kali dan Maggie lolos dari hukuman karena dia sangat bagus. Hidung Nick praktis tumbuh dan berteriak kebenaran kepada dunia.
"Oke. Hal utama adalah Anda mengatakan kepada saya kebenaran. Dimana hal ini bisa terjadi? "
" Turun oleh sungai. "
" Setelah pertemuan Anda? "
" Ya. "
" Dia menelepon di ponsel Anda. "
" Saya mengatakan kepadanya untuk tidak datang tapi dia bilang itu penting jadi saya menunggunya . Aku bilang aku ingin apa-apa lagi dengan dia. "
" Lalu ia mencium Anda dan Anda mendorongnya pergi. "
" Benar. "
" Di mana tangannya? "
Kebingungan berlumpur wajahnya. Dia tampaknya berpikir itu lebih seolah takut itu pertanyaan jebakan. "Apa maksudmu?"
"Tangannya. Di leher Anda, pinggang, di mana? "
" Di leher saya. "
" Di mana Anda tangan? "
" Sebelum atau setelah saya mendorongnya pergi? "
Bingo.
" Sebelum. "
" Sekitar pinggangnya. "
" Oke. Sehingga terdengar seperti itu beberapa saat sebelum Anda akhirnya mendorongnya pergi, dan lidah terlibat,