Page 169 of Happy Hour

“Obviously,” he held up a black Simplex long sleeve shirt. “How about this?”

“Don’t wear black.”

He threw the shirt back in his suitcase. “Why, what’s wrong with black?” he asked confused.

“You look...incrediblyhotin black, it makes your eyes stand out. I don’t want her drooling over you.”

“Right, no black then,” He agreed rummaging through his bag. “What color looks the worst?”

“Wear that one.” I pointed to the navy blue Oakley shirt. He picked it up, pulling it over his head and then sat down beside me. “And don’t wear your cologne.”

“I wasn’t going to.” He said with a chuckle. “I only wear that for you.”

My shoulders slumped forward. Jameson must have noticed because the next thing I knew, he pulled me onto his lap.

His hand moved under my chin. “This was your idea,remember?”

I sighed forcing a small smile. “I know...it doesn’t mean I like the idea.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to go?”

“NO!” Emma yelled from behind the door. “You’re going!”

“I asked my parents for a dog...andthat’swhat they brought home.” Jameson said pointing to Emma who was now inside my bedroom with her hands covering her eyes.

“Shut up Jameson,” she reached forward to punch his shoulder. “now get in the car. You’re going to be late.”

He laughed sarcastically. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

An hour later, Emma and I sat there crammed in the corner of the kitchen at Sorrento’s in downtown Olympia, watching Jameson and Dana.

Every time Dana tried to touch him in some way, Emma giggled hysterically as though this was a comedy club.

I did not. I wanted to run out there and rip her hair out.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked adjusting my position on the floor. My ass was starting to fall asleep.

“You have no idea.” Emma grinned evilly stuffing another bread stick in her mouth. The guys working in the kitchen were kind enough to let us sit back here for one, but they also kept handing us food. I didn’t have the heart to tell them we were like dogs, if you fed us, we might never leave.

“He’s going to kill you.” I told Emma with a mouth full of food. “Just so you know.”

“I don’t care.” She laughed. “This is a hoot.”

Dana once again reached for his hand over the table. Jameson jerked it back quickly and glanced around the restaurant, probably looking for us. I felt bad for him; there he was sitting across from her gazing unabashedly at him.

His discomfort was noticeable with the way his knee was bouncing uncontrollably and he was fidgeting. All signs were pointing towards an angry Jameson. Another give away was that he’d barely touched his food.

He hadn’t spoken much; she seemed to be doing most of the talking. I did notice his mouth moving a few times though, so assumed he was answering her questions.

“Does she talk a lot?”

“You have no idea.” She smiled. “That’s what makes thissoentertaining. How much you want to bet she wore his underwear tonight?”

I shook my head in disbelieve. “He really is going to kill you.”

Emma reached for her phone and sent someone a text.

“Who are you texting?” I asked adjusting my position again.

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