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Jack
“So, this is what Jack Jones does all day,” says Dany. I like her in her tight jeans, leather boots, and the Carhartt jacket she borrowed from Sissy. It’s Dany, construction style.
“Yup. This is what I do all day,” I say. I clear my throat awkwardly.
It’s been a few days since the kiss.
An excruciating few days. She hasn’t mentioned what happened in the garden, so neither have I.
But I keep thinking about it. Every time she comes into the same room I think about it. When I hear her working in the back garden I think about it.
At night, when I’m tossing and turning, I think about it.
All that thinking and not doing is making me cranky.
“Impressive,” she says. “I never knew how much work went into this kind of thing. All the planning and organization, permits, codes, managin
