Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jamie rolled out ofbed a little before seven a.m.He still felt full from the night before.I’m so glad I only had two margaritas.It’s bad enough having a food hangover; I can’t even think of what it would be like to be hungover from alcoholandfood!He groaned as he pulled on his jeans.
He remembered, before falling asleep, that he had to go to the grocery store so he could cook the brunch he’d promised.However, if everyone feels as full as he does at this minute, no one will want to eat.
He was about to unlock his car when Salzy came out of his apartment.The man rubbed his eyes, the sun shining in his face.He spotted Jamie and waved.
“Where ya going?”Salzy asked as he trotted over toward Jamie.“It’s early.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jamie said more harshly than he’d intended.
“Wow.Who pissed in your Cheerios?”
“Sorry.”Jamie sighed heavily.“I think this past week is catching up with me.”He rested both hands on the roof of his car.“I’m going to the store so I can make brunch.”
“Want me to go with you?”
“You can if you want.”
“Sure, I’ll come.I can help carry bags when we get back.”
“Thanks.”
As they pulled out of the parking lot, Salzy looked over at Jamie.
“No offence or anything, but you kinda look like shit.”
Jamie chuckled once.“Thanks.I kinda feel like shit.”
“Want something to cheer you up?”Salzy was grinning like the cat who just caught the canary.
Jamie rolled his eyes after looking over at him.“What?”
“I think that Mike has a thing for you.”
“What?”Jamie’s head turned so fast he heard his neck pop.“That’s just nuts!There’s no way.”
“Say what you want, but I think he does.I saw the way he was looking at you last night.It was a lot more than just looking friendly.”
“You’ve got a screw loose, or...something.”Jamie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.“There is no way that man is gay.”
“Maybe bisexual then.But...he was certainly looking at you last night like you were...I don’t know.Ice cream that he wanted to lick.”
