“Bobby!” He clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Where you headed now?”
I was hoping he’d start with ‘Well Jenny and I.’ Instead he went with, “No idea.
What’ve you got?”
“Let’s drive to the fields and have some beers.”
I hated Ritchie Jamison more than usual then, and usual was a lot.
“Sounds like a plan,” Bobby answered.
“Great,” Ritchie beamed. “I’ll get the beer.”
Aaron, Karen, and Luke were already outside. I started taking off my apron.
“Hey, Jen,” Bobby said.
“Mmm?”
“We’re not going to the fields.”
“I know I wasn’t,” I remarked. “I wouldn’t wanna get in the way of that major boner Ritchie Jamison’s got for you.”
“Come here,” Bobby chuckled. He pulled at the apron that was still around my waist, and leaned over the side of the register. I pulled back slightly, just to see what he would do. He tugged and leaned further.
“Whoa,” Ritchie called, “We’re not there yet, kids.”
We snapped apart. I took off the apron and came away from the register. Bobby went over to Ritchie while I clocked out and got my things.
Outside, Luke and Karen were in the Jamison’s car. When Ritchie came out he gave me a look that said ‘Uh-huh’ before turning to Bobby.
“Have fun you guys,” He smiled.
“Yeah, you too,” Bobby offered.
I looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
Guys, I swear. But what do you expect?
