Sit...Stay...Beg (The Dogfather Book 1) by Roxanne St. Claire

Author:Roxanne St. Claire [St. Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2017-04-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Garrett chose a booth in the corner of the tiny restaurant adjacent to the Bitter Bark Bed & Breakfast. It wasn’t a college haunt, and it wasn’t a super popular local spot, especially midweek.

It was private and intimate and exactly what he wanted.

He let Jessie pick her side of the booth and slide in, and then he sat right next to her. Not too close so she felt crowded, but close enough that he could easily touch her or brush the bit of thigh that showed when she sat down, and catch a whiff of a floral perfume.

She wanted only sparkling water, which sounded even better than a beer, so he had one, too.

“So how do we start?” he asked her after they were settled. “With your first memory of childhood? How far back in time?”

She stabbed a lime bobbing in her drink with a stirrer, thinking. “I usually start with a topic that I know makes my subject comfortable. Which is why I specifically ask for the first interview to be in someone’s office or home. That’s where I can see what matters to them, based on our surroundings.”

“What would I see if I were sitting in your living room?”

“My two roommates and the mess they leave,” she said with a dry laugh. “You’d do better at my office so you can see what’s on my desk. And, full disclosure, it’s not an office, but a very small cube in the middle of a maze of other cubes.”

“I know that maze well. What’s tacked to your cube wall?”

“A picture of me near the Eiffel Tower from a trip to Paris, a butterfly I thought was beautiful, a motivational quote, and a list of A-list types I’d like to interview for the website.”

“Am I on it?” Suddenly, the idea that his name could be hanging on her office wall threw him a little.

“Not that list.”

He had to keep this on her. “Well, we’re not there, we’re here. But Bitter Bark was your home once, right?”

She inhaled and glanced at the restaurant. “It’s so different from when I was here. I didn’t feel that connected to Bitter Bark, North Carolina.”

“Then why did it hurt to leave?”

She pointed to him. “Good question.”

“So answer it.”

“I meant that was literally a good question. Anytime you can ask a ‘why’ question, you’ll get the best, most honest answer.”

“And that answer would be…”

She thought for a moment before answering. “It hurt to for a couple of reasons, including being yanked right before my junior year in high school and leaving my best friend and her amazing family, but also because I was second. Completely and utterly second.”

“What do you mean?” At her look of incredulity, he corrected himself. “I mean, why do you say that?”

Laughing again, she put her hand over his. “You’re so cute it hurts.”

“Please don’t put that in your article,” he said, using his other hand to take a drink. “Explain second.”

“I was second,” she answered, “to my sister. In everything. In every possible way.

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