Harrison certainly wasn’t going to agree with him that the confidence gene seemed to have skipped his pool all together. Instead he simply shrugged. “It’s immensely flattering to hear that anyone envies me, but I think we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I, for one, am excellent at drawing up technical specs and blue prints but actual art? Atrocious! And I like it that way. Just think how terribly dull it would be if we were all the same.” And he made a face.
That got a more genuine chuckle out of Jack. Now that the two of them were finally talking openly, he’d started to feel that they really were clearing the air. “You have a point there. I may not know anything about running a business or arranging security detail, but I’m a good artist, and I like what I do.”
“And really,” Harrison said, leaning back in his chair now that his drink was finished. ”Isn’t that what’s important in life? I love what I do, I would never want to do anything else. If you have a career you love, a woman you love, then I think you’re doing it right.”
Jack smiled. “That’s true as well. I count myself lucky every day that I met Katelynn. There’s so much in my life that’s she’s changed.” In the back of his mind, he made a note, I should put that in my vows.
“… I was wondering,” he went on, a little hesitant. “W-would you like to come over to our place sometime? I’m sure Katelynn would love to see you, and we could talk some more about the wedding plans."
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