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“This is amazing.”
When she didn’t respond, he looked up from inhaling his food. Melanie’s face was expressionless but she said, “For your information, I made this. By myself.”
“Really? You’re getting good at this , pretty girl. If I had the money, I’d hire you to be my personal chef.”
“ Right,” she lightly laughed. “I’d get all kinds of jokes thrown my way, and if something didn’t go right in your life, you’d blame my cooking.”
He was amused but shook his head. “Nah. I give credit where credit’s due. This is awesome, Mel. Thank you.”
She dished up a small amount of spaghetti and a large portion of salad and sat next to him. “I don’t mind making food for you, Jay. It’s easier to make a full dish of something than just a single portion. If you come over more often, you could eat with us more often.”
“I don’t need to turn into a mooch,” he said, getting up for two glasses of water.
“Why do you think Teague asked you to come over?” she said before taking a bite of salad. “He misses you.”
“He’s worried about me,” Jay corrected.
“What’s the difference?”
Jay sighed and set a glass of water in front of her before he took a drink of his own. When he returned to the stool next to her he said, “Because I’ve never really been good on my own. Without Teague, I do a lot of stupid shit.”
Melanie laughed, but Jay knew she wasn’t making fun of him. It was the laugh of familiarity; a laugh that said, “I know exactly what you mean.” When she leaned over to pu t her arm around him she said, “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Jay. And you’re ambitious. You have goals and I know you’re going to achieve them.”
He smiled when she laid her head against his shoulder. His fondness for Melanie had grown immensely since the day he met her. He loved that Camryn was married to his cousin; she was perfect for him and Jay was thrilled his best friend was so happy. Melanie shared a lot of Camryn’s attributes—she was beautiful, witty, thoughtful, and sweet when she wanted to be—but the one difference between the two sisters was that Melanie wasn’t as reserved. She felt how she felt and she didn’t care who saw it. She was usually pretty happy, laughed a lot, and was quick to enjoy life even if it sucked at the moment. She was actually inspiring to be around, even when she challenged him on his worst days with her feistiness.
Jay reached over and patted her knee appreciatively. “And you’re sweeter than you let on.”
She laughed and returned to her stool. “Yeah, well, life is about give and take. If I was nice to you all the time, your head would inflate beyond measure.”
“Listen to you, thinking you know all about what my head is like,” he cocked a suggestive eyebrow.
She feigned a gasp at his blatant innuendo. “I don’t even want to know about your sex-capades,” she bit back a smile. “Besides, I hear enough from all the women you leave befuddled and bemused.”
That sent a raw feeling to his chest and he almost dropped his fork. “What are you talking about?” he asked carefully.
“Oh relax,” she smiled, her green eyes shimmering with enjoyment. “I’m just messin’ with you. Besides, I need to butter you up because I have a favor to ask you.”
He took another bite and relaxed a little. “Sure, what’s up?”
She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Well, my mom is getting rid of some things and apparently she has an old car she wants to give me. She said her husband bought it before he died; he was going to have it fixed up or something, but never got around to it. I really don’t want an old junker, but I thought maybe you would. You know, to fix it or something. Sell it, I don’t care. But she just wants it out of the garage.”
“What kind of car is it?” Jay asked, thoroughly interested.
“It’s a ’69 Fastback.”
That time Jay did drop his fork. “Are you fucking
When she didn’t respond, he looked up from inhaling his food. Melanie’s face was expressionless but she said, “For your information, I made this. By myself.”
“Really? You’re getting good at this , pretty girl. If I had the money, I’d hire you to be my personal chef.”
“ Right,” she lightly laughed. “I’d get all kinds of jokes thrown my way, and if something didn’t go right in your life, you’d blame my cooking.”
He was amused but shook his head. “Nah. I give credit where credit’s due. This is awesome, Mel. Thank you.”
She dished up a small amount of spaghetti and a large portion of salad and sat next to him. “I don’t mind making food for you, Jay. It’s easier to make a full dish of something than just a single portion. If you come over more often, you could eat with us more often.”
“I don’t need to turn into a mooch,” he said, getting up for two glasses of water.
“Why do you think Teague asked you to come over?” she said before taking a bite of salad. “He misses you.”
“He’s worried about me,” Jay corrected.
“What’s the difference?”
Jay sighed and set a glass of water in front of her before he took a drink of his own. When he returned to the stool next to her he said, “Because I’ve never really been good on my own. Without Teague, I do a lot of stupid shit.”
Melanie laughed, but Jay knew she wasn’t making fun of him. It was the laugh of familiarity; a laugh that said, “I know exactly what you mean.” When she leaned over to pu t her arm around him she said, “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Jay. And you’re ambitious. You have goals and I know you’re going to achieve them.”
He smiled when she laid her head against his shoulder. His fondness for Melanie had grown immensely since the day he met her. He loved that Camryn was married to his cousin; she was perfect for him and Jay was thrilled his best friend was so happy. Melanie shared a lot of Camryn’s attributes—she was beautiful, witty, thoughtful, and sweet when she wanted to be—but the one difference between the two sisters was that Melanie wasn’t as reserved. She felt how she felt and she didn’t care who saw it. She was usually pretty happy, laughed a lot, and was quick to enjoy life even if it sucked at the moment. She was actually inspiring to be around, even when she challenged him on his worst days with her feistiness.
Jay reached over and patted her knee appreciatively. “And you’re sweeter than you let on.”
She laughed and returned to her stool. “Yeah, well, life is about give and take. If I was nice to you all the time, your head would inflate beyond measure.”
“Listen to you, thinking you know all about what my head is like,” he cocked a suggestive eyebrow.
She feigned a gasp at his blatant innuendo. “I don’t even want to know about your sex-capades,” she bit back a smile. “Besides, I hear enough from all the women you leave befuddled and bemused.”
That sent a raw feeling to his chest and he almost dropped his fork. “What are you talking about?” he asked carefully.
“Oh relax,” she smiled, her green eyes shimmering with enjoyment. “I’m just messin’ with you. Besides, I need to butter you up because I have a favor to ask you.”
He took another bite and relaxed a little. “Sure, what’s up?”
She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Well, my mom is getting rid of some things and apparently she has an old car she wants to give me. She said her husband bought it before he died; he was going to have it fixed up or something, but never got around to it. I really don’t want an old junker, but I thought maybe you would. You know, to fix it or something. Sell it, I don’t care. But she just wants it out of the garage.”
“What kind of car is it?” Jay asked, thoroughly interested.
“It’s a ’69 Fastback.”
That time Jay did drop his fork. “Are you fucking
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