Page 147 of Happy Hour

Poor guy, he could never escape this.

I could tell he was irritated that he couldn’t even get treatment without people bothering him for an autograph.

“Yeah, sure,” Jameson reached for the paper. “What’s her name?”

“Dana, she’s obsessed with you. She’s been to like seven races this season.” Debbie giggled. “Now that I’ve seen you in person...Iseethe attraction.” She honestly appeared to be undressing him with her eyes.

It wasn’t lost on Jameson, that’s for sure.

He stood up backing against the door. “You...um...what’s your daughter look like?”

Does he think he knows her?

“Here,” Debbie shoved a picture forward.

One glimpse at it, Jameson was out the door and running to the car muttering, “No fucking way...nope...not happening. Let’s go Sway—I’m not being molested at a damn hospital.”

Running after him, I caught up with him about the time he reached the car. “Jameson...what about the fork?”

He stopped suddenly, took a few deep breaths in preparation and then reached over and yanked it out. Then fell to the pavement, screaming in pain.

Though blood was pouring from his shoulder, I completely lost it in a fit of inappropriate piss yourself laughter. I laughed because this headstrong cocky man, who could handle anything, couldn’t handle this obsessed fan or her nurse of a mother, so he resorted to extracting the fork himself.

“Why didn’t you just do that in the first place?” Lucas grumbled rolling down the window. “I could have slept in my own bed,jerk.”

Still giggling, Emma rolled down the other window just enough for her head to peek through. “What’s going on, are we leaving?”

“Jameson’s afraid of the nurse so he pulled the fork out.” I motioned to Jameson who was still sprawled out on the pavement.

He looked like he was about to vomit. In the injured animal manner again, his face his completely white, his brow furrowed together, scowling and his jaw clenched tightly as he curled into himself.

“I wasn’t scared of the nurse...” he moaned loudly bringing himself to his feet. “That’s Dana’s mom!” he pointed towards the hospital. “No fucking way I’m letting her touch me.”

Right about then was when Emma pointed towards him laughing hysterically, and the Lucifer twins just looked at us as if we’re all crazy.

The entire ride back to my house Jameson sulked. Emma randomly started laughing every now and then, and the Lucifer twins continued to poke at Jameson’s shoulder, asking him repeatedly if it hurt when they touched it.

He ignored them for a while but after twenty minutes, Jameson finally turned in his seat, glaring at them. “I don’t care if you’re six-years old. When this fucking car stops, I’m getting out and I will rip your tiny little arms off! Then what? Huh?”

Neither said a word, just gaped back with wide panic-stricken eyes, as was I.

I never thought anything would make those little shits speechless.

Jameson sighed heavily having had the desired response from them and turned around to stare out the windshield.

There wasn’t a sound the rest of the trip.

When the car stopped in the driveway, the Lucifer twins ripped their seatbelts off and ran in different directions towards the house, followed by Emma. I was tempted to run with them but didn’t.

Jameson and I remained inside the Expedition. After that tantrum, I wasn’t about to be the first to speak.

Slowly, he tilted his head towards me. “Was that harsh?”

“Yes...I’m terrified of you now.” I looked over at him for the first time since his temper tantrum. “So are they.”

“Good...little fuckers.”

“Oh...calm down. It’snotthat bad.” I remembered his previous words to me when he first met the Lucifer twins. Surely, his perception of them had now changed.

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