‘Tell you what’ he said, ‘We’ll give you a chance. See that fence.’ He motioned across the field to a fence, after they’d finally come to ...their destination. ‘Yes,’ she answered. ‘You run to that fence before we catch you and you get to go to the party with your jeans on.’ ‘And if you catch me?’ she asked in a tiny voice. ‘Then we get your jeans and the party starts now with blow jobs,’ he said smiling. ‘The fence?’ she said. ‘Yes,’ was his answer. They were out of the car by then and before. “Okay, someone is a little pissed,” Aron joked, obviously fishing for info. “What happened?”“Nothing. I just need this thing, that’s all. And I’ll have to go all over town for it. So, feel free to eat without me.”There was a small pause on the other end.“I thought about cooking your favorite, if we weren’t going out,” Aron eventually spoke.Aron? Cooking? Carter could not picture his best friend in the line-up for Master Chef, trying to undermine the other contestants just for a chance to suck. Jason was lost in his own thoughts about everything more often than not, and he could tell Emma was wrestling with a few things herself. Whatever the outer appearance she was showing, he knew he had hurt her when he hadn’t spoken to her all weekend. There were far more periods of silence when they were together than before, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she regretted their step towards something more than friendship.It didn’t help that at the same time Jason was unable to stop himself from. “All right. Let’s see if we can wrassle this PTO on.”The shaft lined up readily enough, but the splines were slightly off, and they couldn’t get the shaft to slide on.After a minute, Isolde said, “You’re stronger than I am. You line the shaft up, and I’ll go around front and ease the engine around." She reached up and engaged the power take off, and then went around to the front and grasped the crank. “Ready?” she asked.“Okay.”She pulled up slowly on the crank, feeling the engine’s compression.