Oh. Dinner at Jackâs place. The blush was back on Eamonâs cheeks. âUh, Saturday I get off⌠at seven. Unless thereâs a surgery, then itâs anyoneâs guess.â He fidgeted with his phone, glancing at the address. âIâll let you know if that happens.â
âSee ya then, Dr. Shepard,â Jack smiled a little and headed up the stairs. Â
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Saturday night, he had steaks grilled, baked potatoes, and ceasar salad ready. Â Also cheesecake for dessert. Â He waited to see if Eamon would show up.
Thankfully, Eamon didnât have surgery. But he still texted Jack, letting him that he was on his way. A little while later he showed up in his beat up truck. He knocked on the door to Jackâs apartment, fidgeting a little. He was in jeans and a tshirt, with his canvas jacket on.
âHey,â he said with something one might call an attempt at a smile once Jack opened the door.














