That evening, Jackson came over to hang out with Reagan, as promised. They ordered a pizza and started a movie. It didn’t matter how often she rested against him on the couch, it never got old.
“Was the rest of your day better?” he asked.
“A lot better,” she answered. “My body finally felt like I wasn’t dying.”
“That’s good. I was gonna tell ya, that weirdo at work wouldn’t even look at me the rest of the day.”
“Really?”
He shook his head as he took another bite. “Nope. He’s a coward. Wouldn’t talk to me. Wouldn’t look at me. I mean, he doesn’t usually talk much anyway, but I could tell he was avoiding me like the plague.”
“Weird,” she said.
“You got that right,” he replied.
“I’m sorry if I caused any trouble,” she told him.
“You kiddin’ me? You didn’t do anything. He’s the troubl
