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I laugh. “Okay, then. Sorry I asked.”
As I’m waiting for him to hang up, I laugh even harder.
“What’s so fucking funny, Scarlett?”
“I was just—” I pause. “I was just thinking you’ve done the world a huge service by not dating anyone, because I don’t think any woman could ever put up with you.”
“So, you want to getpersonal?” he asks.
“I’m just making an observation.”
“I don’t think any man would date you either,” he says. “Outside of being stunning, you’re a goddamn mess and half the lies you tell aren’t believable.”
“I’ve kept it to five or less with you.”
“So far, you mean?” he asks. “I’m the last one who can talk about morality when it comes to lies, but I just wish you told better ones.”
Silence.
“I don’t like you, Jameson.”
“It’s mutual,” he says. “What are you doing right now?”
“I told you I was working.”
“Likewise. Can you talk and work at the same time?”
“Yes…You?”
“When I want to,” he says. “Tell me about the last three books you read.”
“Really? Why?”
“For one, I’m intrigued, and for two, my next client claims she’s a book lover but she can’t name a single book she’s read in the last decade.”
“Why don’t you call her out on it?”
“Because I’m charging her too much of a fee to insult her.” He laughs, and I rattle off a real list of books I’ve devoured.
To my surprise, he’s read them too, and before I know it, I’m talking to him for my entire shift.
CAVEAT (N.):
1) A WARNING OR CAUTION. 2) A POPULAR TERM USED BY LAWYERS TO POINT OUT THAT THERE MAY BE A HIDDEN PROBLEM OR DEFECT
JAMESON
6a.m.
I’ve talked to this woman on the phone until six in the morning, and we’re still talking.
About fuckingnothing.
But I like it…
“Hold on a second, Jameson,” she says, letting out a breath. “These steps always give me trouble.”
“Your condo has an elevator. Why would you ever take the steps?”
