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a chance to talk much about this part of Sasha’s life
He stuck out his tongue and I couldn’t keep the laugher in. Dinner took a spastic turn for the good and we ate most of the rest of the meal with Jack telling me the worst things that Sasha had cooked for him and I teased her relentlessly, interspersed with kisses.
“I’m sure I have other skills,” she said with a pout that made me laugh even harder. She’d never pouted about anything in her entire life.
“Oh, I love you so much.” I curled my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I don’t care if you can’t cook. I mean,” I sighed and pretended to sound utterly devastated, “it would have been nice, but what’s a guy to do?”
She elbowed me and I coughed. Jack stood up and gathered the plates, leaning over and kissing the top of his wife’s head. “Thanks for dinner.”
I helped clear , and together Jack and I took everything into the kitchen. He bagged up the chicken and I dumped the chicken bones and rinsed the plates, then loaded the dishwasher. Sasha came in while I was taking the chicken platter from Jack. “We’re going to run and grab some dessert. Any requests?”
I could tell that we’d hurt her feelings a little so I refrained from teasing her. “I’ll eat whatever you bring back.”
Jack hugged her. “You know I’m just teasing you, right ?”
She nodded and hugged him back. “Yeah, but the tag team was kind of shitty.”
I paused and opened my arms for her. She hugged me and I held her tight. “Sorry. That was a dick move. I can’t promise that I won’t do it again.”
I looked over her head at Jack, but he was trying to avoid watching us. I still wasn’t sure that he’d bought off on us just yet, but I still felt like Charlise was my bigger challenge.
She pursed her lips like she was weighing my forgiveness. “Alright.”
I kissed her and let her go as her mom came in. “Back in a few minutes, boys. You’re sure there’s nothing you want?”
“Nope.” I went back to loading the dishwasher and Jack echoed my statement. I ran out of dishes before the front door closed and we wiped down the counters.
Finally he put me out of my misery by starting the conversation I’d been dreading. “You’ve put that little girl through the ringer a couple times now.”
I folded the towel and set it on the edge of the counter and leaned my hip against it. “Yeah. Takes me a while to get smart.”
He tossed his paper towel in the trash and squirted dishwashing soap in the machine and pushed the button. “ And?”
“I’m smart.”
He straightened and gave me his best tough-guy stare. “I’m a big fan of that girl, you know.”
“Me too, sir.” I swallowed and tried to make him believe just how much I meant it. “I can’t live without her. I’m not really sure how I’m going to do it tomorrow, actually.”
“I’m a little more concerned about what you’re going to do beyond then.”
My throat dried up. I’d thought of nothing else the entire drive up here, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to spill my tentative plans to anyone just yet, and that included Jack.
But there were some parts that needed his blessing.
CHAPTER 11
Mom was surprisingly jovial as we grabbed Dad’s favorite dessert of fresh strawberry shortcake. I waited the entire shopping trip for her to lay into me about Jesse and, more specifically, what we’d been doing before dinner. I was sure she’d known. But she just laughed about all our dinner fiascos and it was impossible to not get drawn into a past that had included so many good times.
“Oh, Sasha,” she laughed, swinging her arm around my shoulders. “Jesse is nothing like Shawn. ” She shook her head. “He’s . . . like Jack.”
I didn’t want to say, “I told you so,” but it was nearly burning a hole through my tongue. There wasn’t any point in dragging us down into mud-slinging, finger pointing, so I let it ride and laughed. “Not always, but
He stuck out his tongue and I couldn’t keep the laugher in. Dinner took a spastic turn for the good and we ate most of the rest of the meal with Jack telling me the worst things that Sasha had cooked for him and I teased her relentlessly, interspersed with kisses.
“I’m sure I have other skills,” she said with a pout that made me laugh even harder. She’d never pouted about anything in her entire life.
“Oh, I love you so much.” I curled my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I don’t care if you can’t cook. I mean,” I sighed and pretended to sound utterly devastated, “it would have been nice, but what’s a guy to do?”
She elbowed me and I coughed. Jack stood up and gathered the plates, leaning over and kissing the top of his wife’s head. “Thanks for dinner.”
I helped clear , and together Jack and I took everything into the kitchen. He bagged up the chicken and I dumped the chicken bones and rinsed the plates, then loaded the dishwasher. Sasha came in while I was taking the chicken platter from Jack. “We’re going to run and grab some dessert. Any requests?”
I could tell that we’d hurt her feelings a little so I refrained from teasing her. “I’ll eat whatever you bring back.”
Jack hugged her. “You know I’m just teasing you, right ?”
She nodded and hugged him back. “Yeah, but the tag team was kind of shitty.”
I paused and opened my arms for her. She hugged me and I held her tight. “Sorry. That was a dick move. I can’t promise that I won’t do it again.”
I looked over her head at Jack, but he was trying to avoid watching us. I still wasn’t sure that he’d bought off on us just yet, but I still felt like Charlise was my bigger challenge.
She pursed her lips like she was weighing my forgiveness. “Alright.”
I kissed her and let her go as her mom came in. “Back in a few minutes, boys. You’re sure there’s nothing you want?”
“Nope.” I went back to loading the dishwasher and Jack echoed my statement. I ran out of dishes before the front door closed and we wiped down the counters.
Finally he put me out of my misery by starting the conversation I’d been dreading. “You’ve put that little girl through the ringer a couple times now.”
I folded the towel and set it on the edge of the counter and leaned my hip against it. “Yeah. Takes me a while to get smart.”
He tossed his paper towel in the trash and squirted dishwashing soap in the machine and pushed the button. “ And?”
“I’m smart.”
He straightened and gave me his best tough-guy stare. “I’m a big fan of that girl, you know.”
“Me too, sir.” I swallowed and tried to make him believe just how much I meant it. “I can’t live without her. I’m not really sure how I’m going to do it tomorrow, actually.”
“I’m a little more concerned about what you’re going to do beyond then.”
My throat dried up. I’d thought of nothing else the entire drive up here, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to spill my tentative plans to anyone just yet, and that included Jack.
But there were some parts that needed his blessing.
CHAPTER 11
Mom was surprisingly jovial as we grabbed Dad’s favorite dessert of fresh strawberry shortcake. I waited the entire shopping trip for her to lay into me about Jesse and, more specifically, what we’d been doing before dinner. I was sure she’d known. But she just laughed about all our dinner fiascos and it was impossible to not get drawn into a past that had included so many good times.
“Oh, Sasha,” she laughed, swinging her arm around my shoulders. “Jesse is nothing like Shawn. ” She shook her head. “He’s . . . like Jack.”
I didn’t want to say, “I told you so,” but it was nearly burning a hole through my tongue. There wasn’t any point in dragging us down into mud-slinging, finger pointing, so I let it ride and laughed. “Not always, but
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