Fun Friday -- Win Some, Lose Some

“There’s a nice knock-down argument for you!”

“What? I was just trying to make my point,” Phoebe said.

“Right, with a dagger.” Jackson sniggered.

“OK, maybe I was a little forceful, but that doesn’t change my position.” She began to twirl her hair around her finger, a sure sign that she wasn’t so sure anymore. “Besides, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m a little tougher than that.”

OK, now he was just playing with her. Her ire began to raise again. She fought hard over the last three years to be taken seriously. Apparently she had gotten no where.

Jackson smiled at her, that winning smile that usually worked magic. She braced herself against it. She knew she was winning this one, and she wasn’t giving up that easily.

He took her in his arms. His breath was warm on her neck. She was completely disconcerted.

“All right, I give up — but you lose,” she said. “You know you’re beaten when you have to resort to tactics like this.”

He laughed, a guilty, little boy caught kind of laugh.

“Fair enough,” he said. “But I still win when we make up.”

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