“He is, yes, but I needed to stop by and talk with you, first.”
Jeffrey whimpered, and Clark chuckled. He manifested a brightly colored package from behind the bar. There was a card under the ribbon and everything. Jeffrey gaped.
“Happy birthday, kid,” Clark said, nudging the present closer.
“You…you didn’t have to do that,” Jeffrey said, blushing so hot he thought his face might ignite. It was just plain stupid how his eyes burned too. God, he needed to get some rest before he started sobbing over beer ads or something equally mortifying.
“I didn’t have to, it’s true.” Clark paused, one eyebrow lifting. “It’s probably not going to unwrap itself,” he continued, but the sarcasm was gentle.
“You want me to open it now?” Jeffery asked, horrified. He hated witnesses to gift reception; it
