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"No, Zach, I'm not here to see you. I'm just checking on progress," she responded, getting to her feet, bending to brush sawdust from her dimpled knees.
"Mm-hm." He leaned against the doorframe. "Oh, by the way. Congratulations. My sister told me about your coronation. Is that what they call it, a coronation?"
Elizabeth straightened. "Thank you," she began as her eyes fell upon the young man.
He merely smirked at her.
"I uh . . . I . . . I rang the door bell but no one . . . no one answered," she stuttered, her bright blue eyes traveling down his perspiring, muscled body.
After a moment, she gathered her wits. "I just let myself in. I hope I didn't disturb you."
"No, not at all. Didn't even know you were here. I was just going back to my bedroom and heard some rustling around." He paused, craning his neck. "Whaddya got there?"
"What?" she asked, turning her head left then right, looking behind her.
"There," he said, pointing, moving closer to her. "On your tank. What's that say?"
Elizabeth looked down at her chest, fully aware of what was printed across her bulging breasts. She looked back up at him, standing only a few feet away from her now. Grasping the bottom hem of the tank top, she pulled it away from her body, causing the fabric to become taught. "It says, 'Define Married.'"
