Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2) - Plot & Excerpts
John looked across the table, straightening up as he did so. “We should get in the ring. Throw some punches around. I would like to see what a big guy like you can do.” Chapter Eighteen William smiled politely. “I am not much of a fighter, I’m afraid.”“No, huh?” Did John just preen a little? Confidence boost, maybe? “Well, maybe we can bring it out of ya. Throw the fists around and see what happens.” It sounded like he was suggesting playing catch.“Maybe,” William said in a noncommittal tone. He would not be baited, thank God.The food arrived quickly. I thanked God for that also.I was trying desperately to give this guy another chance. Sure, he sounded like the biggest tool alive, he was acting like a tool, he smelt like a cheap tool, but maybe he wasn’t, in fact, a giant tool. Or douche. Or useless pile...I had to look away from the food rolling around in his mouth. It was hard, though, because he was making smacking noises.We painfully got through dinner, Lump trying as hard as William and I to get a topic that everyone could agree on.
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