My grease rag was just smearing stuff around as I tried to clean up on the way to the office. I fully expected an irate customer trying to save money for the holidays by complaining about the service and refusing to pay his bill.
Instead I found Jay—pristine Jay, in his tailored suit and polished shoes—sitting in my office.
I sighed when I saw him. Damn, he looked good. He reminded me of the tiny present on my doorstep, all neat and tidy and happy. I couldn’t kid myself and say I didn’t want him. I did. I really did. Dammit.
We stared at each other. Then I sighed again.
“Hey, welcome back. How’re Seattle and Phoenix?” I asked.
He shook his head and frowned. “What’d I do?” he growled at me. “What the hell did I do?” Then he stopped and closed his eyes. “Or what did Brian do? It was Bri
