“Jackson seems like a nice guy,” Guff said as we sauntered back to his apartment, awaiting the showdown with Catia.
“Yeah, sure, when he’s trying to impress you. Otherwise, he’s a complete douche bag.”
“He said nice things about you, though, in the end.”
“Yeah, yeah. He’s trying to butter me up for the next time I need to wear a dress and high heels.”
Guff’s laughter made me feel good. “From what I’ve seen, you definitely know how to work it. I certainly don’t envision Jackson in drag. His shoulders are too wide.”
“Agreed.” I went to his refrigerator and saw enough food for me to make us nice-sized omelets with sausage, bell peppers, tomatoes, a little black pepper, and some cottage cheese. Mmm.
I got to work while Guff took a shower. When he came into the kitchen minutes later with
