“Daniel, you’re kidding me, right?”
Daniel shot Jack a glare and slammed the glove compartment closed. “Stay out of there, Jack.”
Naturally, Jack opened the compartment back up, pulled out the box and waggled it at Daniel. “You can’t be that addicted.”
Daniel grabbed the box, stuffed it back in the compartment and slammed it shut again. “You’re incorrigible.”
Jack guffawed. “Daniel, I’m this close to checking you into the Betty Ford Clinic.”
“Oh, please. I’m not that bad.”
Jack grinned as Daniel pulled into traffic. “Uh-huh. I’m not the one with chocolate-covered coffee beans in my car emergency kit.”
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