Page 167 of Happy Hour

When his eyes met mine, he quickly made his way over to me by the door.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jameson kissed my forehead, his arms wrapped around me. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine.” I eluded. I really did look like shit right then, and Ifeltworse than shit. “Just tired,”

He took me into the private office off the announcer’s booth. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey? Are you horny or something?”

“No...well...actually yes, but that’s not why.” I tried to make something up but drew a blank and went with the truth, well part of it anyways. “I just don’t feel very good tonight. I think it was that corndog I ate.”

Jameson scrunched his nose disgusted. “That’s what you get for eating a corndog.”

We laughed and talked about the schedule for the night and stole a few kisses before heading back outside to the announcers booth.

“Oh...by the way, you are going on a date with Dana.” I cringed, waiting for his protests. “On Sunday,”

“I don’t think I heard you.” His hand came up slamming the door shut. “What was that?”

“You’re going on a date,” I repeated. “with Dana.”

“You can’t be serious.” His eyes were hard and not pleasant at all. “Pleasetell me you’re not serious.”

I stood there, waiting for him to agree, while he stood there, waiting for me to tell him I was joking.

“I’m serious Jameson. It’s the only way to get Dana to tell us what Darrin and Chelsea are up to.”

“I thought I told you to stay out of this?”

“You did but wehaveto know.”

“Going on a date, with Dana, is not worth knowing!” he shouted. “No fucking way. Not happening. Ever,”

“Jameson,” I sighed heavily. “Justplease...I don’t like this anymore than you do.”

“I highly doubt that or you wouldn’t have agreed to whore me out.” He barked back shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I feel cheap.”

“Whore you out?” I pushed him back against the wall, trying to be intimidating, clearly not achieved by the smirk. “Listen,” I grabbed his face between my hands. “I’m not going to sit back and wait for Darrin to hurt you...I will find out what that fucker is up to. So if Dana is our only option, you take her to dinner.”

“You’re okay with me going out with another woman?” he questioned for good reason.

“Fuck noI’m not okay with it, but what choice do I have?”

“You could let me take care of this myself and not get involved.” He glared challenging me to say something else.

It was clear he didn’t want me involved. But then again, that “what if?” was blaring so loud, I couldn’t see past it tonotmake him do this.

I grumbled, frustrated. “Just go out to dinner with her.” I stepped back creating distance from his glare. “Emma and I will be there to make sure she doesn’t try anything.”

The silence that followed made me nervous before he finally caved.

“Ah Christ,” Jameson stared at me with obvious doubt. “I swear to god Sway, if this goes badly, I’m holding youandstabberally responsible.”

There was a loud knock on the door. “Hey Jameson,” Mark poked his head in. “I need you for a second.”

Jameson nodded to him, and then looked back to me. “No longer than an hour. I’m serious, I’m fucking timing it.” He pointed to his wrist heading to the door. “One hour.”

This had bad idea written all over it but what other choice did we have?

I didn’t have one. I refused to sit back and wait for Darrin to pull his next move on the track for the simple “what if?” factor.

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