Jasper
Daisy and I haven't discussed the kiss at Monroe's. We've been tiptoeing around one another, and we haven't talked about it. I'm not sure what's going to make us actually speak on it, but I'm waiting. I made the move with the kiss, she's going to have to make the next one.
I'm sitting on the couch, trying to decompress from my workday, when my phone buzzes in my hand. A text message from my grandfather's assistant. I have him in my phone as a name that cracks me up every single time.
ASS: Hello, Jasper, your grandfather requests your presence, along with that of your wife at dinner tomorrow night. Be here at six pm sharp and dress accordingly.
My back teeth grind together, as I think of all the things I might say to him. Then I realize he's just doing his job, and if he weren't, then someone else would.
J: We'll be there, but don't expect me to be happy about it.
ASS: I'll let your grandfather know.