End of Day (Jack & Jill #1) Read Online Free PDF

‘woman’s sweet treats.’ But what’s even crazier is the fact that we have beer, half a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and three brown bananas, yet somehow you’re going to wave your magic wand and make homemade chocolate chip cookies appear in our oven?”
    Jillian bit the edge of her thumbnail. “Yeah, I should have said peanut butter cookies.”
    *
    Within two hours, Stan had hauled away all of their trash, swept their driveway, pulled weeds in their front yard, edged along their walk, and planted three hostas below their deck that he’d split from the north side of his own house. The Knights were dealing with a seventy-something who had a severe case of ADHD. Luckily for everyone involved, Stan enjoyed staying busy and they had no qualms with taking advantage of their elderly neighbor, who had the energy of someone half his age.
    “Peanut butter, banana bread balls … and he ate them with a smile.”
    Jillian fought to contain her own amusement. “Do you think it’s my blond hair?”
    Jackson nudged her shoulder as they sipped their beers and watched the slow motion of life in Peaceful Woods from their front door step. “No, it’s your tits.”
    “I should start wearing a bra.”
    “I doubt it would matter. It’s still lingerie. From what I’ve seen, I think once women hit sixty they start buying their bras from the Army Surplus Store. You know what I’m talking about, the ones with seven rows of fastening hooks, six-inch wide shoulder straps, and such thick material and complete coverage it could double as a bulletproof vest. These men around here … they’ve been looking at vests for years.”
    Jillian laughed, almost to the point of tears. “You’re so mean.”
    “Astute.”
    “Shrewd.” She sighed. “God, I can’t believe this is our home now.”
    “Well believe it. And I know you don’t want to talk about it, but we’re going to be attacked from every direction at the picnic tomorrow. These people have nothing better to do than live vicariously through us because let’s face it … they have no life. So we need to get our shit together. We’ve agreed on a past, now we need a future.”
    “A future?” Jillian finished the rest of her beer.
    “Jobs.”
    “You know what we should do?” Jillian’s eyes widened.
    “Professional beer tasting?”
    “Is that a real job?” Jillian couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice from the fleeting moment of promise.
    “I’m joking.”
    “About it being a real job or our job?”
    Jackson shook his head. “Both, neither … I don’t know. You’d suck at it since you don’t like beer.”
    “No, that other girl didn’t like beer. Jillian Knight is quite fond of it.”
    “You guzzle it down to expedite the buzz so you no longer care what it tastes like.”
    He had a valid point. In the past thirty years she’d had maybe a grand total of six bottles of beer. Since their arrival in Omaha, she’d been averaging a six pack a day. The beer did two necessary things: one, it made her Jillian Knight, and two, it made life as Jillian Knight in Omaha, Nebraska, tolerable .
    “Back to my idea.” Jillian stood and offered Jackson her hand.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Inside for paper, pens, and hats.”
    As only two thirty-year-olds on a new path with way too much alcohol circulating through their veins would have done, the Knights decided to write five jobs for each other on ripped pieces of paper then drew them out of a hat.
    “What if I don’t like the first one I draw?” Jackson asked as he went first.
    “Then you can draw another, but there’s only five so you have to choose one.”
    “No way.” Jackson ripped the first piece of paper in two.
    “Which one was it?”
    “School bus driver.”
    Jillian giggled, tipping her beer toward him. “Yeah, I didn’t think that one through. It would require you to be sober.”
    “And like kids. Your turn.”
    “Don’t act so callous. Why exactly is it you don’t like