Sloppy Seconds The Tucker Max Leftovers Novels & Stories

As if the universe wanted to save what was left of my dignity, the food arrived. Mac and cheese for Max. Chicken tenders and fries for Issa. Grilled chicken salad for me, because I still thought I could be an adult woman with self-control. Black seafood pasta for Zach, of course, because even his lunch had to look like a dangerous man’s editorial in a European magazine. Max picked up his fork, stabbed into his mac and cheese, then looked at Zach. “Can Trouble eat now?” Zach slid the truck back to Max’s side. “Probation lifted.”

Tucker continued "Yup, I always go down with my cousin. Good old days" Clement added. "How's our lovely kid by the way?" Tucker resumed the discussion. "If by lovely you mean a living walking natural disaster, then yeah he's good" Clement finished up his talk that got both of them laughing. "Iris hun, get him a jumbo burger with a soda" Tucker said and I went into the back to get his order. A few minutes later and I came out but Clement was all alone. Seems like Tucker's gone off.

Max said as he tore open the bag. Slater started in with his wisecracks as he wandered to the fridge to grab a Red Bull. “Arghh boss, you made me leave the happy place…to come to the sad place.” Max raised a brow. Slater shoved the fridge closed with his foot as he continued. “What? Evans’s place smells nice. There’s a beef stew on the stove, and it has cake. This place? Nothing in the fridge and it smells like FAN.” Max rolled his eyes at Slater’s slang for feet, ass, and nuts. “Those are probably your dirty socks stinking up the place, and if I find any of those soggy missiles hiding behind our equipment, I’ll stuff them down your throat. Now sit your ass down.”

"You too. Once Max left, I attempted to keep myself busy by wiping down a few sticky tables and the bottom of the bar to pass the time. I switched over from I*******m reels to some Grey's Anatomy for background noise. Half of me wanted to g****e premed programs in New York, but caught myself just in time. I would be fine sticking out these last few weeks-months, if necessary-before finding something more suitable to my goals. Then Tucker walked in, the open bar his own catwalk. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black button-down. His fist was wrapped around a box of donuts, a welcoming smile unfolding on his face. I gave him a wary glance. "Uh, hi." "Hey, Klaus! How's it going?" He placed

He said out loud. Sighing, I stabbed a bite and shoved it in my mouth. It tasted like dirt. I got about half down before I pushed my plate away and grabbed my drink. Cade frowned and pushed it back in front of me. The guys were watching us, none of them were questioning it. Shoving it back at him, he sighed and set his fork down. “Tatum.” “Cade?” “What do you want to eat?” Maddox asked. “I can get you a wrap, or maybe a salad?”

] The video was long, completely unedited—showing everything exactly as it happened that day. From how Mike humiliated me at the entrance, throwing buns at me… to how he bragged in the private room about his "connections," ordering the most expensive dishes and alcohol without restraint… to the moment the bill arrived, revealing his ugly true colors, and finally, his attempt to dump leftover food over my head. Even the audio was terrifyingly clear. Especially that one line, "As long as you lick this entire bowl clean, right here in front of everyone—every last drop—I'll admit this meal was on me."

I climbed up and sat beside him and pulled the blanket over my legs and didn’t make anything of the fact that the leg was already aching. Emory had the camp chairs out of the Subaru before Maekynzie finished reading the concession stand menu out loud, which she was doing in the voice of someone announcing a royal banquet. “Loaded nachos. Funnel cake. Corn dogs, which I will not be ordering but I admire the audacity.” “Get the funnel cake,” Emory said. “I’m getting the funnel cake.” Tinsley had already claimed a spot against the side of the truck bed, blanket arranged, with the settled energy of someone who had arrived with opinions and intended to deploy them.

He grinned at the thought. "Here we go, big guy. You get chicken, mashed potatoes, a little gravy, lots of broccoli and even a buttered roll. I get the same thing, but just a little broccoli because I hate it. That berry pie looks pretty good, too." Max woofed, gobbled down his food and then went to the door. He knew when he got back he'd get his dessert.

V, Max sat down to join me while Everett went into the kitchen. "Got any turkey?" I heard him call. "In the crisper, and what's the rule?" I hollerback. "Yeah, I know. Extra Mustard?" He asks. "Yep." I reply, I turn to Max to try an attempt to do what Iz wanted done. "So what's the plan?" I asked Max.

Im guessing the whole house is transparent judging by the big windows in the kitchen and living room. Tara motions me to sit on a high stool and quickly scoops out her Mac and cheese . She puts it in the microwave and sets the timer .After five minutes,she removes it and serves the food on a plate . The serving is alot and I wonder how Im going finish this alone . I smile in earnest appreciation and dig my folk through the plate of food . I try to suppress a moan as the food melts in my mouth . It tastes so wonderful and reminds me of my mum .