“And what is the business?” she asked. “I know you’re a corporate guy, but not what kind of business.”
“Glass.”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder.
“Glass. Like, windows?”
“Windows, table tops, shower doors, all sorts of things.”
“Huh. I have to say, I don’t remember there being a lot of glass in your apartment.”
“My hobbies dictate sturdier table choices.”
She giggled and Jesse smiled, loving the sound.
“So, you’re like, a vice president on his way to becoming president.”
“Yep.”
She turned her head back to look at Jesse. “Do you sing ‘Happy Birthday Mister Vice President’ to him?”
“Yep.”
She laughed, hard, her whole body shaking against them. Her smile and laughter were infectious and he looked over her bowed head to share that appreciation with Grant. Yeah, it was fo
