“Oh, does he?” she asked, eyeing Ramsey suggestively.
Jack coughed uncomfortably in the corner. Bekah had snaked an arm up to his hair and was gently twirling the longer strands in the back between her fingers.
“I thought we weren’t friends,” Ramsey reminded her.
“We’re not,” she said. “I’m not this nice to my friends.”
This was better. She could avoid being rude to him for a few minutes while Jack watched. Though, she wasn’t all too sure how long she could hold out the routine.
He looked at her peculiarly, as if wondering when she had become so nice. “All right. I have a good deal of friends who work in late night establishments during the weekend. So, I host parties Sunday nights for them.”
That was simple enough. “That’s, uh…nice of you.”
Bekah giggled. “Nice is one word for it.”
