Page 5 of Loving Words
?Chapter 2
?Jack
“Iam not telling Granyou can’t make it! I’m not going to be the one to disappoint her like that,” Harrison said.
I relaxed further into the comfortable chair I’d settled into at the coffee shop. “Man, I have this deadline hanging over my head.” A grin threatened to tip up my lips as I lied through my teeth.
Not about the deadline. It was in fact looming, but I had time to finish my latest novel. Torturing Harrison was my favorite pastime, so it was only fitting I’d call him to lie about not making it to the sleepy town his family was planning on spending Christmas at.
“You and your fucking deadlines! These plans were set a month ago!” Harrison shouted into my ear.
I pulled the phone away and shot the cute barista an apologetic shrug.Sorry!I mouthed.
“Hare,” I said, but he couldn’t hear me past his tirade.
“Did you know my parents aren’t coming? They are impossible! You can’t bail too!”
“Harrison!” I tried louder, but the man was as impossible as his parents. When louder didn’t work, I ended the call and brought my black coffee to my lips, twisting my wrist to take note of the time. I ignored my laptop on the side table, where my manuscript urged me to return to describing the feel of a woman’s silky thigh. Harrison would call me back. I just didn’t know how long it would take the dumbass to realize he’d been hung up on.
Exactly two minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, my phone buzzed against my thigh. I looked down and shook my head. “When exactly did you realize I hung up?”
“You’re such a bastard!”
“And you don’t know when to shut the fuck up. So there, now we’re even.”
“Even? You—”
“Cease and desist, Council!” I said before he could return to his tangent.
Harrison groaned. “That’s not even a thing!”
“But it got you to shut up for two seconds. I’m at the Perky Bean in town. When are you getting here?” I asked.
Harrison chuckled in my ear. “You’re such a fucker.”
“That I am. Sorry about your folks bailing.”
“I should have known. At least Kennedy will be there. You two should get—Wait, look around. She might be there. I swear she’s replaced her blood with coffee.”
