“I’m right about a lot of things. Doesn’t end up making a lick of difference.”
Paul sighed with frustration. He didn’t understand why Jack was so…morose. What’s more, he didn’t understand why he wanted Jack to cheer up. A morose Jack was a terse Jack. He wasn’t trying to pry into Paul’s personal life. He wasn’t indulging in maddening innuendo. He wasn’t being lewd. These were all great things. Paul had fantasized about this day, but never thought he would actually see it.
Except, he hated morose Jack. This wasn’t anything like he had imagined.
“It’s better than being wrong about a lot of things.”
“Don’t suppose I could ask one question without you jumping down my throat.”
“Sure. I can only promise that for one question, though.”
“Only need one.” The seat creaked, and his heel slid al
