Page 22 of The Other Guy

I stand up and throw away my napkins and walk over to the area where they have paper cups next to a water jug and fill one up for each of us, setting one down in front of her before sitting back down.

“Thank you.” She takes a drink.

“Welcome.”

It doesn’t take her long to finish up the last of her treat before sitting back in her seat and groaning like she’s full. “Damn, that was good. It’s a good thing I don’t live here. I could easily — and happily — gain a hundred pounds just eating this every day.”

The corner of my mouth ticks up. “Well, I do actually have a lot to do today. Like go back to work.”

“Boring.”

“And I have some errands I should probably run.”

“Errands?” She perks up and sits up taller in her seat. “I like errands.”

“No one likes errands.”

She actually points to her chest when she exclaims, “I do! Seriously!”

I chuckle, shaking my head and give her a look. “You’re the strangest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Probably. It’s kind of intriguing, right?” She agrees by giving me an exaggerated wink.

“In an annoying way, yes.”

Those beautiful dark eyes roll again. “That’s what they all say. But honestly, Jack, life is way too short to spend it being bored. It’s way more fun to spice things up a bit and enjoy the ride. Come on. Let me go on errands with you, Jacky poo.”

“Nope.”

“I can’t come?”

“No, against my better judgement, you can come along. But the nope is for the nickname. Hell no to the Jacky poo.”

“But it got you to agree to me tagging along, now, didn’t it?”

Check and mate. She’s really something else.

She grins, knowing she just won, like the cat that just got her cream. “Where to first?”

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