One Good Thing
Only one more week before One Good Thing is released! I hope you're as excited as I am. Until then, here's a little peek at Greyson and Jace's story. :)
~ Jace ~
“What about beer?”
He wrinkled his nose.
Shrug. “White sauce pizza is okay.”
The guy was killing me. “Bacon?”
He made a face and shook his head.
I was beginning to think he was some kind of pod person sent to impersonate sentient beings. “Peanut butter?”
“I prefer almond or pecan butter, but peanut will do in a pinch.”
He was killing me. “Hot dogs?”
“Biscuits and gravy?”
He rocked his head from side to side in a gesture I took to mean “sort of.”
I thought back to the breakfast we’d shared. “Do you even like pancakes?”
His face split into a wide grin. “I love pancakes.”
I was more of a waffle kind of guy myself, but I didn’t hate pancakes. It was a start anyway. “What about donuts?”
“I like the plain glazed ones.”
Finally! “Same here.”
“Is this practice for the wedding? Because the menu has already been decided. You have a choice between chicken, salmon, or vegetarian.”
I could lie and tell him my mini interrogation was absolutely related to the wedding that I had already forgotten we were attending. It would be the easiest explanation and maintain our professional boundaries.
“Just getting to know you. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“No.” Settling back in his chair, he crossed his ankles and folded his hands across his stomach. “Of course not, but I feel like it’s a little unbalanced. When do I get to ask questions?”
It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him, and I found myself smiling as I finished off the cookie. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
I stared at him blankly as I processed the question. From him, I had expected something deeper, something more personal. If his smile was any indication, he knew that, too.
“Green.” What? No. For as long as I could remember, my favorite color had been purple. Those flecks of green in his eyes, though. Damn. So, instead of recanting, I doubled down. “Kelly green.”
Greyson nodded. “Silver or gold?”
Normally, I would have said silver, but that gold tie he was wearing had me feeling some kind of way. “Uh, gold?”
“Are you sure about that?” He smirked. Well, he tried, but he kind of ruined the effect by blushing clear the tips of his ears.
Greyson was actually flirting with me. It was awkward and a bit clumsy, but it was definitely flirting. I grinned. I could work with this.