Chapter 6

I sniffed and chewed on my bottom lip, bending to the pile of black screws again. I could feel Jack watching me.

“Those jeans make your ass look like something you’d find hanging in a meat packing fridge.”

I shot him a look over my shoulder. “What?”

Jack licked his index and turned another page of his book, not looking at me. “It makes me regret being a vegetarian.”

I shook my head at him and crouched down, going back to work, but though I didn’t show it, his compliment had made my heart skip a few beats.

So Jack liked my ass.

Nice

“Going out to kick a ball around tonight?” Jack asked, still not looking up from his book.

Yes, and I was looking forward to getting out of this apartment. I was meeting the guys later for a night of soccer. I hadn’t played in a week and that never did me any good. Since childhood, I’d been into physical activity. It had helped me with my learning disabilities.