JACK
I stand next to Wade in the hallway of the satellite radio studios waiting for the elevator, and I can’t help but notice the huge grin on his face.
“Why are you looking like you just ate a canary?” I shove my hands in my pockets.
“You were actually pleasant. I can’t believe it. Did someone slip you a happy pill or a magic brownie?” Wade rocks back and forth on his heels until the door to the elevator finally opens. It’s only halfway full so we get on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say to him quietly as we take a spot at the back.
“There wasn’t one F bomb on air. I’m impressed,” Wade smiles.
“f**k off, Wade,” I say. “How about that?”
“Aw, now there’s the Jack I know and love,” he smiles sarcastically.
I roll my eyes at him.
While I’m in New York I have some talk
