Keep in mind, this is the first draft, but this came up yesterday. Leah's having a wee bit of a hard time with not getting distracted:
“Jesus, Kicks. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Oh, stow it. You know what.” His face was not amused.
“Jack, lighten up. Some people have a few cocktails to relax. Others spark up a big fatty. I . . . find a friend.”
“You have a friend. Or have you forgotten that?”
I leaned against the counter. “Jack, please don’t go there. Don’t lecture me.”
He let out a long breath, walking toward the kitchen window and back again. “Fine. Just please don’t let it get in the way of the work. Okay? Can you manage to keep your brain out of your panties?”
“It's a thong, but I’ll sure give it a whirl, Jack.”
“Good.” He turned and went back into the living room.
I sighed and looked at the coffee pot, wondering what in hell I thought I was doing.
Thought this song fit ;)
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