Page 168 of Happy Hour

I sent Emma a text letting her know that Jameson said okay and then walked out of the office to find Mallory again.

The rest of the evening was spent with Mallory and me arguing over silly inconsequential things like what the schedule would be for the ticket booth or when to close the beer garden down.

Jameson spent most of his night arguing with track officials being slow to throw out a caution or being slow cleaning up a wreck.

Being a racer himself, he wasn’t exactly the person you want yelling at you to throw a caution. They had their own ideas about the way things should be run and it wasn’t always the right one.

Throughout the busy evening, we may have seen each other twice since our Dana conversation and both occasions, he was yelling at someone.

It was a relief I wasn’t behind the yelling but I knew this was going to happen, I warned him. He didn’t need all this superfluous stress added to his life, he had enough going on as it was.

When the races were finished for the night, I finally got to see Jameson. It didn’t take long before Emma needed him to sign some autographs for the little midget series.

After that night, I had a feeling this was the way race nights would be from now on at Grays Harbor.

“Where is he?” Emma asked coming into my bedroom Sunday afternoon, the day of the date with Dana. “He didn’t run away, did he?”

“In the bathroom,” I answered not looking up from my book. “He’s taking a shower.”

She plopped down on my bed. “Is he still mad at me?”

“What do you think?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Ughh...” she groaned. “He’s overreacting.”

“Is he?” I laughed. “Emma, you made reservations for him and Dana at Sorrento’s.”

“So...?”

“It’s one of his favorite places, not to mention he is going with Dana.” I finally looked at her. “You’re tainting his memory of the restaurant forever now.”

“We’re going to be right outside.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like arealdate, she knows that.”

“Does she?”

Emma giggled with a touch of mischief. “I told her it wasn’t a date...” My glare had her confessing. “Okay, Okay...I told her it was a date but she knows it’s nothing more than a “friend” date. I told her that you’re his girlfriend.”

That still didn’t make it any better.

Emma and I were going with him but Dana didn’t know that. We were supposed to hide out in the kitchen while they were on their date. I hated calling it that, but that’s what it was, for her sake. Dana needed to think Jameson was going on a date with her so she would tell him what Darrin was up to.

Jameson on the other hand, was convinced she was going to try to rape him or something, and to say he freaked out when Emma made reservations at Sorrento’s, was an understatement...he went apeshit.

I heard my bedroom door open and Jameson walked in with only a towel wrapped low around his waist.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked Emma.

They scowled at each other for a moment. “Talking with Sway,” Emma finally answered.

I just ogled like the pervy pigizzle I am. He was showing entirely too much skin for me to focus on anything else.

“You’ve got five seconds before I’m completely naked.” Jameson warned tugging on his towel. “Four seconds...”

Emma screamed in horror running towards the door.

“Works like a charm.” Jameson smirked walking towards the bed. I set my book down wrapping my arms around his waist when he made it to the edge of the bed. “What do I wear?”

“Nothing revealing,”

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