Sloppy Seconds The Tucker Max Leftovers Novels & Stories

“We don’t want to burn Tanya’s house.” They finished cooking all the chicken croquettes quickly. After Charlie served them on the table, she said, “You know what? Forget about my no-sharing food policy.” She smiled and offered, “Let’s eat together.” “As it should be because you just lost your right to be greedy the second you activated the fire sprinklers,” Taylor said seriously. He grabbed two sets of plates, saying, “Let’s eat. It’s already ten! I’m fucking hungry.”

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.”

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."

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 .

Cat said. After talking to her, I did some restocking and made notes for one of the part-time kids to stock and sort bolts in the morning. She had a co-op class at the high school where she worked for me, and she’d been a big help. Needed a lot of direction, but unlike my part-timer, she actually followed instructions well. Max, my part-time clerk, came in on schedule, and I took off for the deli. I’d gone home at lunch but didn’t eat because of the trouble with Dad. I stood in the short line, made my order, and turned to take a seat. Luke Maddox was sitting at one of the rickety little tables eating. He motioned me over to join him. I took my plastic order number and sat down. “Late lunch?”