Sprace Domestic Series (pt. 2)
“Jack, I’m gonna need your help.” Spot said quickly into the speaker of his cell phone.
“What is it now, Spot?” Jack asked, slightly annoyed. He was far past the point where Spot’s phone calls scared him, but they usually involved dragging his butt home after one too many beers or to scare away some nasty guys.
“Well you see,” how was he supposed to ask for this kind of help? Sure, he’s called Jack a couple of times to get him out of various situations but never for anything that actually mattered.
“I’ve got a date.” he finally admitted.