The Engagement Game (Engaged to a Billionaire)

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Authors: A. Gardner
a home cooked meal."
    "So it's a date."   I pause waiting for Rex to confirm.   My stomach feels like its doing cartwheels. . .
    "Definitely."   . . . one-handed cartwheels!   "I have some time on Friday free."   This brought me to my next point.   Holly worked fast.   I dig my nails into my fist.
    "What about tonight?"   I clench my fists even tighter.
    "Tonight?"
    "I mean . . . why wait?"   My nails are digging into my skin, I might have actually drawn blood.   He collects his thoughts for a minute.
    "Okay," he quietly replies.   "Tonight.   Your place.   Charles will be in touch."
    "See you then."   I hang up, letting a giant breath escape from my lungs.   Beat that, Holly.
    My brain goes berserk again as I grab a cart and walk down each aisle of the grocery store, hoping the perfect recipe will jump out at me.  
    "Kat!"   The sudden voice startles me and I jump.   I place a hand on my hammering chest.   Jack wasn't what I expected to jump out.
    "Jack," I scold, hitting him firmly on the shoulder.   His t-shirt is wrinkled but his dirty blond hair looks gelled for once.   "What the hell is your problem?"
    "Not the greeting I expected but I'll take it."   He pushes his empty cart alongside mine.   "Big night tonight?"   His gaze settles on my cart.   The one thing I did manage to grab was a few bottles of wine.   Beyond that I couldn't concentrate.
    "Actually yes.   I have a date."
    "I see," Jack grins.   It was refreshing to see that he was back to his usual self, despite our last conversation.
    "What?"
    "Nothing."
    "You're trying not to laugh," I frown.   "Just say it."
    "I'm not laughing."   He bites his lip and follows me to the baking aisle.   "That's great.   Good news."   I narrow my eyes.
    "Instead of sarcasm why don't be helpful for once?"   I take a deep breath and stare at the baking chocolate.   Jack grabs a bag of milk chocolate chips and tosses it in my cart.
    "There," he grins.   "Chocolate covered strawberries."   I nod.   "Are you making dinner?"   I nod again.
    "That's if I ever figure out what to make."
    "Nothing light or low carb ," he teases.   "Make something real.   Something hearty.   Guys like that."   I shoot him a suspicious look.   "I'm serious."   I laugh.   Jack forgot to mention that a hearty meal would also make my date sluggish.   Too full to perform maybe?
    "Thanks for the suggestion."
    "No problem," he responds.   "That's what friends do, right?"
    "I thought you weren't down with friends?"
    "I never said that."   Jack shakes his head.   I quietly giggle.
    "Remember a month ago when you brought me that hideous bouquet?   You asked me out again in front of Earl and I told you to spring for something that wasn't on sale in the hospital gift shop?"   Jack looks annoyed so I continue.   "And I asked you why we couldn't just be friends, and you said because I'm not down with that.   Remember?"
    "Vaguely," he admits.   "I wasn't aware you had a photographic memory."
    "That was last month Jack," I chuckle.   "My memory is the same as a normal person's."
    "Whatever."   His cart is still empty but he follows me to the next aisle.   "I'm telling you now I think we should be friends."
    "Why?"
    "Because that's better than nothing," he sincerely answers.   For once his eyes are soft and his expression looks genuine.   My chest feels heavy as I think of Earl, and the heartache Jack will experience through once he's gone.
    "Fine," I sigh, unsure of his motives but I could use a good friend at the moment.   The one I already had was busy trying to steal my future fiancé.   "Then you should know friend that I met someone.   And . . . well let's just say things might be very different a month from now."
    "How different are we talkin'?"
    "Like bling-bling different."   The look on Jack's face is priceless.   He attempts to hold back a laugh aware that his face is an open book.   "It's true."
    "I'm not disagreeing with you," he smiles.   "Wow.

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