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Archive for November 6th, 2010

He chortled and jumped out of my way when I attempted to tackle his ass.  “Get in the damn car, Jasper.”  The sooner we got the day started, the sooner it would be over and I could see Bella again.  Eight o’clock seemed a long time off.

“I’ll drive,” he suggested, giving me a smirk when I groaned.  I followed him over to his beat up black Ford truck that he’d had since he was sixteen.  He could afford to buy a damn truck dealership but he continued to drive this old beater for reasons that escaped me.

I opened the door and rolled my eyes at the metallic grinding noise that accompanied the movement.  “Damn it, Jasper, why do you insist on driving this piece of shit?”

“It’s not a piece of shit.”  He shot me an injured look as he climbed in his truck and patted the dashboard.  “It’s a classic.  It’s my first car.”

“It’s your only car, jackass.  I’ll buy you a damn car if you’ll retire this stupid thing.”

“Shhh, you’ll hurt her feelings.”  He continued to lovingly stroke the dashboard and I glared at him.

“Just drive, freak.”

“Freak?” He chuckled and started the truck, the rattling engine echoing through the parking garage.  “I’m not the one who was just standing there staring at air as if it would bring my girl back.”

“I wasn’t doing that, exactly.”

He smirked and backed out of the parking space.  “Then what were you doing, exactly?”

Aching for her.  Thinking about making love to her again.  Wanting to hear her say something crazy and then make her laugh about it with me.  Just…wishing.  Not that I was about to tell him that.  “Just thinking.”

“Dude, you’re so gone for her.  Why don’t you just admit it?”

Because admitting it to him meant admitting it to her soon.  And I wanted to but it scared the living shit out of me.  “Obviously I care about her, a lot.  And I’d like to explore…”

“Oh my fucking God, you sound like Oprah or something.  Just spit it out man.”  Jasper pounded on his beloved steering wheel to punctuate the irritation I heard in his voice.

“What do you mean?”  I most certainly did not sound like Oprah.

“Okay, maybe not Oprah.  That Dr. Phil dude, that’s who you sound like.  Analyzing your damn feelings instead of just feeling them.  Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

“I think I may have, since you just revealed that you’re spending your time watching Oprah and Dr. Phil.  I thought you were my best friend but you seem to be some woman I’ve never met.”

He snorted and pulled into the parking lot at our training complex.  “I am your best friend, which is why I know when you’re spewing bullshit at me.  And if being secure in my feelings makes me a woman, then I guess you can buy me a damn dress.”  He drawled the last part at me and of course I immediately pictured him in some slinky black dress which made me laugh hard. He parked the car and just sat and stared at me while I howled with laughter.

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