“You are way too calm for someone about to meet a roomful of Jacobsons,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. He was calmer than I was.
“I’ve met a couple of them before. And I don’t know,” he stopped me by grabbing my hand, “you’re kind of stuck with me, right? Can’t get away. It’s not like I have to make a good impression on your family or anything. Really takes the pressure off.”
I punched his stomach lightly with the side of my fist. “Oh, shut it. You better be Mister Perfect. I have a reputation to keep up, pal.”
“So do I,” he said cheekily before he grinned, taking a step closer. “Good thing you’re pretty cute.”
Still working guys. Thank you so much for your understanding and sticking with me! You rock my socks.