But Sally and Jacque managed to interrupt quickly. “Don’t go there,” they both spit out.
“Because I like science?” Jen finished for him. “Nope, ‘cause I like boys, silly.”
Lilly rolled her eyes and Fane coughed on his pizza. He was surprised by her candidness. Jacque looked over at Fane and he noticed her face was red as the fire he named her.
He winked at her, and that only caused her face to redden more.
“Just what is your favorite subject, savuroase mea fata (my spicy girl)?” he asked her.
She was just taking a drink when he asked her this and she nearly spewed it out of her mouth.
“Are you okay, Jacquelyn?” Fane asked her innocently.
She glared at him as she answered, “Fine, thank you.”
“I will have you know that I prefer contact sports to classes. I find that a little physical violence is good for the soul,” Jacque thought with a smirk.
“Like I said you’re savuroase mea fata,” Fane told her.
She looked at him questioningly but said no more.
“So Lilly, how is the bookstore doing?” Sara asked her.
“Great! Since I’ve hired more staff I've been able to catch up on my inventory and start putting together some other ideas that I have been brain-storming, like maybe putting in a coffee shop and a gift section. You know, just more things to help bring in a variety of customers,” Lilly told her.
“Mom, I didn’t realize you were planning all this,” Jacque said.
“Well, you’ve kind of been preoccupied this summer and I’ve been at the store a lot. I was going to tell you about it, but time just seems to get away from me.”
Fane caught the implication that when Lilly said she had been preoccupied, she was referring to the whole break-up thing. So apparently this whole Trent thing was been a bigger deal than Jacque let on, he thought to himself.
“Does it really matter to you that much?” Jacque asked him.
Man, he really needed to work on blocking his thoughts, or he was going to get himself into trouble.
“Be patient with me, Jacquelyn. I will explain things soon and then you might be able to understand why I react the way I do to some things pertaining to you,” Fane told her.
After everyone finished eating they cleared the table and picked out a game Fane had never heard of called, What’s yours like?
Jen pulled out the directions and began to read them,
“In this game, all players except the one in the hot seat look at a guess word and then creatively describe what theirs is like. They might be telling about their swimsuit, neighbor, closet, hair, or any of the other 300-plus words in the game. The player in the hot seat then tries to link all the clues together to figure out what is being described. The best part about this game is that the hilarious clues come from the people who play the game. The player who guesses his or her word with the fewest number of clues wins.
What do you think players are describing with these clues?
Mine keeps getting bigger.
I compare mine with others.
My wife likes mine.
I never see mine.
I receive mine once a month.
You wouldn't believe what I do for mine.
Mine disappears too fast.