“Nah,” he says, grimacing and starting to back out of the door, “I’m totally early –“
“Jacks!” I laugh, darting over to him and grabbing his arm, tugging him into the room. “Everyone will be here in like, thirty seconds. Just come and sit down – or, better yet, make yourself useful –“
I drag him over to the coffee table and shove a pen and paper into his hand.
“What am I supposed to do?” he mutters, staring at it.
“Just write that we’d like dinner sent up for two more,” I say, waving a hand at him as I continue to straighten up, setting pillows right and folding blankets. Jackson sighs dramatically but does as I say, heading over to the dumbwaiter with the note even as I marvel that he’s here at all.
I mean – I shouldn’t be that surprised that Jacksons’ here – I invite him to come o
