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Summer followed Ben to the pen and stepped over to him. "Is he yours?" She asked softly |
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Ben glanced at her and nodded. "Yeah. Well, kind of. He's Emma's, I'm just training him." |
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She hummed in response, shamelessly looking him up and down. Emma walked out and went over to Ben, sighing. "Would you mind helping with dinner tonight?" She asked softly. "I've got a couple more people coming for interviews around that time" |
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Ben eyed Summer. He was trying to act friendly but something about her was making it hard. He smiled when Emma came up, glad for the distraction. "Sure, I can throw something together. You just focus on the interviews." He turned back to watch Cash, who was playing with the water in his trough. |
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Emma nodded a thanks to him and walked away. Summer stepped closer to Ben and smiled, placing a hand on his arm. |
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Ben flinched away from her touch, disturbed by her actions. "What?" He asked, taking a step back. |
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"oh, come on, like you're not attracted to me" she snorted |
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Ben looked at her, incredulous. "What in the world are you talking about?" |
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"I saw the way you looked at me." She said with a laugh |
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"Uh, when did I ever look at you like that?" He normally wouldn't talk this much to a stranger but Summer was kind of freaking him out. |
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