“Exactly, and the situation will only become awkward for both of us.”
“Agreed.”
Speaking of awkward…
Chapter Eight
Anna couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. She became obsessively aware of them, but the leggings she’d purchased from the dollar store didn’t have pockets. Nor did the oversized sweatshirt she’d bought.
She rocked on her heels. “What do we now?”
“I suppose sightseeing is out of the questions?” His quick wink stirred butterflies in her stomach.
Flutters she absolutely had no business feeling nor did she want to experience them.
“Considering the sky opened again? Don’t think so.”
“We can see if there are any movies on?”
“Why not.”
Jack reached for the remote, then looked at the bed. There were no chairs in the room, leaving the bed or the floor the only place to sit.
She willed her cheeks not to flush. They were two adults who happened to be friends. Just friends. There shouldn’t be anything unusual about them sitting on a bed to watch a movie, no reason to feel shy.
He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and his long legs stretched out. If she hadn’t seen him gulp, she’d have thought he was nonplussed about the current situation. She couldn’t figure out if knowing he wasn’t made her feel more or less nervous.
A shaky grin showed on his face. “You can sit beside me. I promise I won’t bite.”
“What if I get cooties,” she joked, trying to make light of the situation.
His eyes lit up. “I’ll make sure to keep a proper distance from you.”
“In that case…” She smiled and circled the bed and sat cross legged beside him. “We should have brought the papers in. This would be a great time to read through.”
“My eyes are done. As much as I want to start reading, I don’t think my brain is up for any serious work tonight.”
“Good point. Now that you mention it, I can feel the strain in my eyes from staring all day.”
He tapped the remote and the tv came on. “Hopefully there’s a good movie on.”
“Is that the game show channel. We can always watch old reruns.”
“I’d rather watch paint dry.” He grimaced. “My grandmother would always make us watch them with her. They were better than when she watched her soap operas but give me action any day.”
She scoffed. “I can’t believe you don’t like game shows. The shopping ones are my favorite.”
“We can watch them if you want.” He flipped back a few channels and stopped on the game shows.”
“I was joking. I really don’t mind what we watch.”
“This one is tolerable. If I have to watch them, I prefer the trivia games.”
Another fact about him she wouldn’t have expected. They watched two episodes until their food arrived. The news happened to come on at the time, and they watched for the weather, relieved to see the rain would end by midnight, the wind by three a.m.
“It’s not even seven,” she commented after they’d eaten.
“Feels much later.” Jack gathered their trash and threw it away, put their leftovers in the fridge. “This is not how I saw the day ending.”
