Page 47 of Happy Hour

I dropped my fork just about the time Jameson’s jaw clenched.

He slowly looked up at Emma and I would not want to be on the receiving end of that glare he was now giving her.

“This hasnothingto do with me or Sway,” His voice venomously warning.

Those who knew Jameson well; knew right now was the point that you quit while you’re ahead or you can officially say you’ve reached that point of no return.

Sitting there as quietly as I possibly could, I watched Jameson and Emma stare at each other.

Aiden’s eyes shifted towards me so I mouthed,“I’m sorry”to him.

He just winked.

I think Aiden knew this was coming and knew damn well once Spencer found out, he’d probably have another black eye and possibly a broken nose.

With a dramatic sigh, Emma reached beside her purse and threw a box of posters into Jameson’s lap.

“Sign these.” She stood reaching for Aiden by the arm. “You’re an asshole Jameson and don’teverinvolve yourself in my love life again.”

We officially reached that point of no return.

And this is when the temper of the two-year old emerged.

Jameson slammed his fist against the table knocking glasses and plates around. “You don’t knowanythingabout love, Emma.” He clipped. “You’re twenty-one years old.”

“And you do, Jameson? You’re exactly fourteen months older than me.” Emma placed her hand on her hip, tears still spilling down her reddened cheeks.

Jameson didn’t say anything just continued to stare at her. Even though I remained sitting across from him, I could distinctly see that warning look he was giving Emma to shut up.

But she didn’t and I couldn’t blame her. She was mad and she should be. Having two older brothers, Emma has always been on the receiving end of the brotherly witness protection program.

“Do you really think this is going to end well for either of you?” Emma gestured between us. “You’re incapable of loving anyone for therightreasons, Jameson. You’re going to break her heart.” She turned to me. “Andyouneed to wake up and see that.”

Turning on her heel sharply, she stormed out of the restaurant with Aiden leaving me with an absolutelylividJameson.

He was quiet for a long moment with his eyes fixated on the place Emma was once standing. I knew exactly what was coming.

My mind began counting down the eruption as if it were a missile launch for detonation.

“Fucking bullshit,” He mumbled under his breath.

With that two-year old temper, suddenly he grabbed the edge of the table flipping it over into the middle of the restaurant sending food, glass, silverware, and drinks everywhere across the floor.

Everyone just starred at Jameson,includingme.

And to think this was a family restaurant.

“C’mon.” He ordered sharply grasping my wrist as we made our way to the cashier stepping over the mess.

I didn’t say a word; just follow behind him carefully avoiding the questioning glances surrounding us. I assumed they were all wondering if I was with a lunatic. I wanted to say, “Don’t mind him, he’s unstable.”

Jameson threw two hundred dollars towards the timid cashier. “This should cover our meal and the mess.”

Shaken, she nodded slowly taking the money just as Jameson stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Once we were in the parking lot, he got in the car without saying anything.

And though it would have been completely inappropriate at that moment, I nearly giggled just to lighten the mood.

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