Page 63 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

“And while he’s flailing around like an idiot,” Boone continues, imitating the flailing in question, “manages to fall through the floor!”

“Still waiting for a thank you or something,” Harrison continues.

Boone flails a little bit more, then crumples to one side with his knee bent, then apparently we are supposed to understand he has fallen through the floor and is immobilized. He looks up at Harrison from his artistic depiction.

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for saving your life maybe?” Harrison answer sarcastically.

Boone raises his eyebrows. He looks at Ambrose. Ambrose raises his eyebrows. He looks at Harrison.

“You think you saved our lives?” Ambrose asks, blinking.

“Dude, it was a squirrel,” Boone adds, holding back his laughter.

“How the hell… heck… was I supposed to know they have squirrels up here? It could have been anything!”

Harrison looks around, searching for moral support from his audience.

We all stare back at him cautiously. Even though the reenactment might’ve been a little bit dramatic, it really does seem as though Harrison… overreacted.

“Jolene? Back me up here,” he calls out plaintively.

“I’m sure you were really brave!” I answer enthusiastically.

Ambrose and Boone stare at me over their shoulders. I just shrug.

What? What am I supposed to do?

“See? She understands,” Harrison sneers at the other guys.

Ambrose looks him up and down, and seems to grow suspicious.

“Yeah, you may have a point,” Ambrose says slowly. “You were just acting on instinct, right?”

“Yup.”

“So, thanks? I guess?”

Harrison sniffs and looks away. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“Sure, man,” Ambrose says reasonably. “So I guess… maybe we should work up a project plan? Take some notes?”

“Yeah,” Harrison shrugs.

“Over here?” Ambrose continues, drawing him to the other side of the room.

Boone and I begin to grow suspicious. What are they doing?

“I can see you just fine,” Harrison continues. “You want to hear my notes?”

I noticed that Ambrose is getting farther away, while Harrison has not moved from the doorway. At first he just seem like he was trying to stay out of the way in the small room. It definitely gets pretty congested, pretty quickly with all of us.

For some reason, though, he doesn’t seem to want to move at all.

“Can you just enter your notes? Over here? On my laptop?”

Harrison holds out a hand. “Just toss it to me,” he suggests.

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