Page 21 of The Other Guy

“Hand it over,” Sierra suddenly blurts out, reaching for my ice cream, while holding hers hostage.

“No way. I won’t share if you don’t.”

“You don’t even like the kind I ordered.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“I just do.”

“You mean, you want it all to yourself and mine, too?”

“Exactly. Gimme.” She holds her hand out while continuing to lick her own.

I grin and keep taking large bites of my ice cream. If I’m going to cheat this big on my healthy lifestyle, there’s no way that I’ll give up any. “Nope.”

“You’re rude.”

That makes me laugh. Especially with the way she’s eyeing my cone like she’s genuinely confused as to why I won’t let her have any.

“Fine. What else do you want to do today?”

“I’m entertaining you the rest of the day? I thought we were just getting ice cream.”

“That’s just the start of our Sack Fun Day.”

“Sack?”

She winks as she’s crunching on a bit of her cone. “Sierra and Jack. Get it?”

I groan. She didn’t just say that, did she? “No.”

Sierra turns her head to the side and scrunches her eyebrows. “You don’t get it?”

“No. I do. I’m saying no. We aren’t calling us Sack. First of all, we aren’t a couple. You have a boyfriend, remember?”

“And if I didn’t you’d be trying to get into my pants,” she interrupts, nodding her head like she knows everything. She catches a little bit of caramel with her tongue that’s about to drip down the side of her cone and I can’t stop staring.

“Second of all,” I continue because if I don’t keep talking, I’ll want to do something else with my mouth. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Only nerds do the whole combining of the names thing.”

Her expression tells me she’s amused but horrified. Her dark hair swishes around her when she shakes her head, disagreeing with me while smiling wide. “Not true.”

“It is, too. And, third, we’re barely friends. Even if it wasn’t ridiculous to combine names, we aren’t in a place where we’d do it yet.”

“Also not true. We’re practically best friends.”

I can’t help but tease her. “You don’t have many friends, do you?”

“Actually, no.” Her face falls and I feel like shit for joking around with her.

I wipe my mouth with a paper napkin and crumble it before keeping it in my fist. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean…”

As quickly as the pain was there, it’s wiped away. Replaced with “Relax, Jack. I can honestly say I don’t have a lot of friends but that’s because I have major trust issues. I am very selective with who I spend my time with. So, yeah, you should consider yourself very fortunate that I’m picking you.”

I finish up the last of my ice cream and she pouts when she realizes she’s definitely not going to get her way and have some of mine as well. I give her a wide grin and she rolls her eyes. “Jerk.”

“No apologies when it comes to any kind of dessert.”

“Hard core.”

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