out, I’m only stuck with the place for a year whereas a mortgage is a lifetime, or until I could sell it, and that’s just too much of a pain in the ass at this point in my life.
I crumple the papers and toss them in the empty French fry container. “Ice cream?”
Jackie pats her flat stomach and shakes her head. “Rain check? If I eat anything else, it won’t be pretty.”
I have to chuckle. I’m a bit full too, but I ate all of my meal. She polished off one chili dog, and only about a third of her fries.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Family picnic, remember,” she says it with a grimace.
“Right! Picnic.” I can’t imagine it would be so bad though.
Her cell phone lights up and she glances at it and then frowns.
“Something wrong?”
“No.” She shakes her head then holds the phone out to me.
It’s only just out of reach
“You don’t know who it is?”
“No.” She shrugs and sets it aside.
I glance at the phone. She had put it on the table beside her as soon as we sat.
“Sorry.” She cringes. “I know it’s rude, but I’m one of the administrators of the camp and after last week, they need to be able to get a hold of me in case there is another incident.”
“I get that.” At least she didn’t have it out in hopes of a more interesting conversation.
“I only check to see if it’s them. If it’s not, it gets ignored. I promise.”
“Or a stranger sends a text.”
Her face turns pink. “Sorry. It just took me by surprise.”
I just chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.” I’ll only worry about it if she starts taking calls that are not Baxter related.
Then again, this is the second odd text she’s gotten when she’s with me. “Are you getting those a lot?”
Jackie just shrugs. “I think I’ve gotten six.”
“When did they start?”
She scrunches her nose in thought. “The first one was last week after I left Sullivan’s to come look for you and your flat tire.”
It is probably nothing, but I just can’t let it go. It’s not in my profession to do so, even if it is probably something as simple as a wrong number.
“I should probably respond and let them know they have a wrong number.”
“Don’t.” I don’t know why I blurted that out, but for some reason I can’t explain, I don’t want her responding, or encouraging whomever it is. Shouldn’t they have figured out by now they do have wrong number?
This is stupid. I’m on a date, not at work. Senseless texts that are probably just being sent by accident. I need to stop working my day job when on dates with Jackie.
Chapter Fourteen
I love this little area between Baxter and town. It has the diner that Ashley and I meet at on Friday mornings, the hot dog stand, an ice cream shack and a drive-in theatre.
It’s as if this little area never really left the fifties. As the rest of the world moved forward, this place showed no progression. Families are everywhere. While parents talk, kids are playing on the swings and slides. Brett grabs my hand as we walk back to his car. The sun is starting to go down and I’m wondering what we are going to do next.
He pulls out of the parking lot and instead of turning left or right on the main highway, he crosses to the newly paved road leading into the drive in. Tonight they are showing Jungle Book and That Touch of Mink . All movies are family friendly and old, like tonight.
“Up for a movie?”
“Sure.” I have not been here since I was in high school and they still play two movies a night. Families or couples can come and go as they please, or watch both. The first one, which will start shortly, is a kids’ show. They always start with something to entertain the little ones and usually before it is over, the kids are happily asleep in the back of cars and the adults can enjoy a movie or two. It is a great way to have family time that turns into a date with your spouse without having to pay a sitter.
“You know what I like about drive ins,” Brett says after
I crumple the papers and toss them in the empty French fry container. “Ice cream?”
Jackie pats her flat stomach and shakes her head. “Rain check? If I eat anything else, it won’t be pretty.”
I have to chuckle. I’m a bit full too, but I ate all of my meal. She polished off one chili dog, and only about a third of her fries.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Family picnic, remember,” she says it with a grimace.
“Right! Picnic.” I can’t imagine it would be so bad though.
Her cell phone lights up and she glances at it and then frowns.
“Something wrong?”
“No.” She shakes her head then holds the phone out to me.
It’s only just out of reach
“You don’t know who it is?”
“No.” She shrugs and sets it aside.
I glance at the phone. She had put it on the table beside her as soon as we sat.
“Sorry.” She cringes. “I know it’s rude, but I’m one of the administrators of the camp and after last week, they need to be able to get a hold of me in case there is another incident.”
“I get that.” At least she didn’t have it out in hopes of a more interesting conversation.
“I only check to see if it’s them. If it’s not, it gets ignored. I promise.”
“Or a stranger sends a text.”
Her face turns pink. “Sorry. It just took me by surprise.”
I just chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.” I’ll only worry about it if she starts taking calls that are not Baxter related.
Then again, this is the second odd text she’s gotten when she’s with me. “Are you getting those a lot?”
Jackie just shrugs. “I think I’ve gotten six.”
“When did they start?”
She scrunches her nose in thought. “The first one was last week after I left Sullivan’s to come look for you and your flat tire.”
It is probably nothing, but I just can’t let it go. It’s not in my profession to do so, even if it is probably something as simple as a wrong number.
“I should probably respond and let them know they have a wrong number.”
“Don’t.” I don’t know why I blurted that out, but for some reason I can’t explain, I don’t want her responding, or encouraging whomever it is. Shouldn’t they have figured out by now they do have wrong number?
This is stupid. I’m on a date, not at work. Senseless texts that are probably just being sent by accident. I need to stop working my day job when on dates with Jackie.
Chapter Fourteen
I love this little area between Baxter and town. It has the diner that Ashley and I meet at on Friday mornings, the hot dog stand, an ice cream shack and a drive-in theatre.
It’s as if this little area never really left the fifties. As the rest of the world moved forward, this place showed no progression. Families are everywhere. While parents talk, kids are playing on the swings and slides. Brett grabs my hand as we walk back to his car. The sun is starting to go down and I’m wondering what we are going to do next.
He pulls out of the parking lot and instead of turning left or right on the main highway, he crosses to the newly paved road leading into the drive in. Tonight they are showing Jungle Book and That Touch of Mink . All movies are family friendly and old, like tonight.
“Up for a movie?”
“Sure.” I have not been here since I was in high school and they still play two movies a night. Families or couples can come and go as they please, or watch both. The first one, which will start shortly, is a kids’ show. They always start with something to entertain the little ones and usually before it is over, the kids are happily asleep in the back of cars and the adults can enjoy a movie or two. It is a great way to have family time that turns into a date with your spouse without having to pay a sitter.
“You know what I like about drive ins,” Brett says after
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