“Boy, am I glad to see you,” I said to Jack a couple hours later. He stood on the front porch, looking like a tall drink of something that could make this entire afternoon disappear. Between the Lola incident and dodging questions about when Jack and I were going to have babies, I was more than ready to be rescued.
Jack laughed and instantly my
As we weaved through the streets of Port Agnes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Jack. Something had shifted between us back there, and it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Maybe we were moving too fast, but I could tell we were heading somewhere good. And I didn’t want to slow down. We we
Sleep pulled at my eyelids as Jack and I lay in my bed the next morning, a tangle of arms and legs. I rested my head on his bare chest, my fingertips tracing over the smattering of hair on his chest. A smile touched my lips. Lifting my head, I looked at him. “Hey you,” he murmured, his hair thoroug
A few hours later, grinning like idiots, we headed outside to Jack’s truck. “You know,” he said as he opened the passenger door. “I’m thinking that maybe we should go back inside. Hole up in your bed all day. Maybe all week.” I smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Alas,
“Dinner is canceled,” Jack said later, putting his arm around my waist and nuzzling my neck. We ended up back at Jack’s place, where I let him show me his appreciation. For two hours. Stretching, I turned my head toward him. I felt very appreciated.“Let’s just stay here. All night. All the nights in existence,” he continued, his voice muffled as he bu
“You’re a bad best friend.” I glared at Cat and picked up my phone, making sure to put my hand over the speaker. “Bad, bad best friend.” She barely glanced up from the plate of scrambled eggs she was salting. “Yeah, yeah. Thank me later.”
Cat didn’t go. We went instead. Jack enforced her dinner first, then dessert rule. He made conversation over appetizers, charmed me over wine, and force-fed me lasagna till I couldn’t move.
The day arrived, dark and gloomy, like Mother Nature knew this was my last day of existence. Bitch could have at least given me some sunshine. I stopped by Cat’s apartment before I headed to June Lake. “You know the drill.” Leaning against her doorframe, I leveled a tragic look on her. &ldquo
My “bring it on” bravado did not last long. Over poison-free pot roast, Bonnie regaled us with tales of Wes’s latest victories at the vet clinic. While we slathered butter on our rolls, she went on about her darling son’s contributions to the community. Once the red velvet cake was serv