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Then I remember what Jeremy is like and I know with utter certainty he’ll be a million times worse when it’s our turn. “I know what you’re thinking, you know,” the object of my thoughts mutters darkly, “and I don’t think I appreciate it.” I stand on my tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips. “But I notice you didn’t deny it,” I say once I’ve pulled back. Before he can respond, there’s a sound of a truck pulling up, and I turn to see it’s Jackson wearing a red and black checked shirt in a battered blue truck. “I’ll be right back,” Jeremy says, giving me one last kiss before he goes to help Jackson with the beers and other barbeque food he picked up from the store for our late afternoon get-toget

Dinner meetings with Sam had become pretty normal since he started helping out with the company so she didn’t even think twice about it. Jackson was quiet as Ronnie drove them all to the restaurant that he had made reservations at, it wasn’t the most flashy in Manhattan but it was a really high end restaurant and he knew the owner so he was able to make reservations on such short notice. They ordered their food and a bottle of wine to go with the meal. They started off with meaningless chit-chat and then went into work related stuff as Erin lightly picked at her meal. Jackson’s heart was thundering at just the thought of asking her.

Henry Thomas could have his own restaurant. I dial his number. “Hank here.” He’s got an Australian accent, “Hi this is Wyatt Hendricks calling about the chef position at the St. Jacks estate in Connecticut. I was wondering if you’d like to come in for an interview.” He fumbles, “Yes. Yeah. Of course I’d love to. When do you want me there?” Looking at his resume, “Are you free this week at all?” He jumps, “I can head there now and make you lunch if you like.” Score! “That would be great.”

Diving into her work was the only way she could take her mind off her now. Jason blew out the smoke from his mouth. A cigarette helped him to keep warm in this cold. His shift was long over and he was standing next to the backdoor of the restaurant he was working in. The man, wearing all black, counted his money, opposite him. “You said $550. There’s $50 missing here.”

"Me neither. It was my fault… sorry. So what are you making me?" "Steak. I'm trying real hard not to burn it." He grinned. "I'm sure it'll be delicious… and if it's not, I'll pretend it is." Dinner didn't turn out too badly. The steak was a little well done, but it wasn't blackened. The rolls were perfect, and the candles were romantic. "It's good," Jackson told me. "And I'm not lying. I'm impressed." "Thanks. Your mom has been trying to teach me to cook. Guess it's paying off."

She stated. It had been a long day and all she had was breakfast and coffee for lunch, she was beyond starving. “You know, my grandfather has a restaurant close by, do you want to go there or should we just go home?” “Restaurant, obviously. Is that even a question,” Zendaya rolled her eyes. Jayden was talking about his maternal grandfather's restaurant, Lucious Baxter, Jasmine's father. It was no secret that the Baxters were the number one when it came to the food industry, and their restaurants had a five-star rating. There was no way she'd miss out on tasting something prepared by his restaurant.

As Uncle Mateo owned the burger joint, I could have just gone upstairs to our apartment; he wouldn’t have cared. I stood there waiting for the usual smirk of disgust to appear on Jackson’s face at the sight of me, but to my surprise, it wasn’t there today. “I’ll have my usual, the Smokehouse Burger. Make it double today, and add grilled onions, tomato, and double bacon. In the combo with the curly fries and my usual coffee, black, two sugars, thank you, Daisy.” Jackson said in a way quite different from how any of them ever spoke to me. “Sure, no problem eating in today with your brother and your unit?” I asked.

This was how this meeting always went. It was his monthly meeting with Cannon Chemicals. They always met at this particular steakhouse, and ate and drank until they could barely move. Jackson would then pick up some beautiful girl at the bar, take her upstairs to the penthouse suite of the hotel, and have a wonderful evening. Except that wasn’t going to happen tonight. The thought surprised Jackson as he settled into his regular spot and had the regular conversation. He could see a stunning blonde sitting at the bar, but he had no desire to talk to her.

“Pick something, Ame. Or we can go get pizza!” “Can I see the place with the potato salad?” Scrolling back up, I chose the barbecue place that was number three on the list. It was a small Cajun barbecue spot, but it had over two thousand reviews and was sitting at a four-point-six. She frowned when none of the menu items had photos. “They have shrimp, chicken, pulled pork, macaroni and cheese, and a bunch of other good stuff.” Amelia finally nodded, and Landon threw his hands up. “Let’s go! I’m starving!”

“All right, we have a couple hours until the meeting with the lawyer. Let’s grab lunch. What sounds good?” Wren couldn’t decide so Jackson took them to a ramen place. It was nice and warm and savory and Jackson liked introducing Wren to new things. He loved seeing the hesitancy fade out to pleasure as Wren took the first cautious bites. “They have holiday lights up at the botanical gardens,” Jackson said when they were finishing up their lunch. “Want to go tonight?”