I look back at Red and scowl a bit. He had better not say anything to Jack like he said to me. This whole thing is so new, I don't even want to put the idea that I worry about things like getting my heart broken into Jack's head. That sort of thinking passes with time, though. I hope it does, anyway.

"Yeah, we should avoid Manning then." I smile at Jack. "He's one of those stuffed shirt, arrogant, thinks-he's-better-than-you types. We just love to hate him, right Red?"

I almost feel like Jack and I should leave, while we're all getting along, not push our good luck. I know one wrong word from any of us and we'll all be right back to that weird awkwardness. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.