Eater Jackson Hole Novels & Stories

He set me in the passenger's seat of the Mustang and buckled me in. "Want to stop somewhere to grab a bite on the way home?" "Sonic?" "Tater Tots?" I smiled. "Of course." We sat down at the kitchen table and ate tater tots and chicken strips. A nice change of pace from Ramen and peanut butter sandwiches. We didn't say much as we ate, but I knew we were both thinking about the same thing. Jackson started college in early August. We had a little less than three months, and time was going way too fast.

Jackson pulled out a chair, sat down, and ate a bit of the chicken. "She cooks? Jennie doesn't know how to fix a meal! When did she learn to prepare delicious food? Jennie has never made a decent meal in her life. The Jennie that I know has never cooked this well in her lifetime." He stated out of shock. The food tasted sweet, but his heart was bitter. Jackson did not desire to cause another argument out of this, so he devoured every single dish before him. Then Jackson cleans the table, gets the dishes washed, and heads up to their room.

“We have crossed paths before. By the way, Zayn, I am Dylan Jackson. The CEO of Jackson’s Pour.” "I recall you as well. We became massive business rivals during an event months ago.” Zayn acknowledged Dylan's words. “He is right. No wonder he chose this restaurant. This restaurant is currently choosing and dealing with various liquor companies.” Oh, crap.