Third Wheel
he teases.
I spin, steak knife in hand. “Don’t get any ideas. This is the only vegetable you’ll trick me into trying.”
“Easy now,” Jackson calms. “Let’s put down the weapon and discuss this.”
“There’s nothing to discuss. I eat lettuce, carrots, green beans, corn, pickles, and potatoes. Those are my only vegetables. So, don’t.” I swing the steak knife in his direction. “Don’t try to force any other veggies on me.” I swing the knife in a Zorro-like Z-pattern then drop it into the sink.