Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3) by Felicia Starr Read Free Book Online Page A

background to set a foundation for the understanding and knowledge of running a small restaurant. She knew she would have a lot to learn, but that was the easy part, implementing what she learns will be another thing.  
    Just as she was trying to figure out where the best place to start looking for what she wanted to know, a little icon popped up. It was a notification that someone left her father a message in something called the Bears Den.  
    Ginger wasn't sure what social media site it was from. Quite frankly she was surprised that her dad was on social media. He was pretty old-school in most of his ways.

    Jack: Pre-season is almost over are you ready for opening day?

    The message was from a guy named Jack. There was no last name, or first name for that matter. Ginger laughed to herself and wondered if she thought he was too cool to have two names. Maybe he would soon just be the guy formerly known as Jack and go by way of a symbol instead.  
    Who knew her old man was so tech savvy? She shook her head and smiled at the thought of him sitting on the computer in a chat room. She didn't know what to do. She didn't have the energy left to try and explain that her father had passed.
    On the flip side she also didn't want to be rude and not answer him. As if he would know that she was sitting in front of the computer reading his message. Then again maybe it showed that it was read on his end.  
    She took a bite of her sandwich and some of the wet seedy mess from the center of the tomato squirted out of the back of the sandwich and landed on the keyboard. "Oh crap!"  
    Ginger jumped up and ran to get some paper towels to clean the mess. Not thinking about what would happen when she wiped the tomato bits up she heard the computer make a blip sound at her.  
      "Oh, for heaven's sake. What did I do?" Ginger looked at the mess she made, and it had nothing to do with her sandwich. She looked at the computer screen and saw that she responded to the message from Jack with a bunch of gibberish.  

    Jack: ??? Art, are you ok man???

    Ginger's stomach dropped She stood there staring at the screen hoping it would disappear, or that he would write back and say he had to go. Too bad the complete opposite was becoming the reality.  

    Jack: Dude, this isn't funny. I know you have been having trouble with your heart. I know you don't have a cat walking across that key board. If you don't answer me I will call 911 and have them contact your local emergency services.  

    Ginger panicked and sat down and started to type before she even thought about what she would say.

    Art: Sorry about that, I spilled some food on my keyboard. I was cleaning it before it seeped in-between the keys. I'm ok.

    What the heck is wrong with me? I am not my dad, and he is the furthest thing from ok.  
    Ginger rested her elbow on the desk and pressed her forehead to her hand rubbing her brow with the pads of her first three fingers. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why she just pretended to be her dad.

    Jack: So the Bills, not the most exciting of season openers.  

    Art: Depends on which way you look at it Jack. The first game of the year always sets the tone for the season. The Bills may be the forgotten team, but they did pick up some new potential during the draft.

    Jack: Well you know we will be sitting on the edge of our seats no matter who they are playing.

    Art: I don't need nail clippers during football season. I can't help but chew mine down to little nubs.

    Jack: Ha-ha, that's funny. I wind up eating junk food. I try to keep it to popcorn, but when we are at the game I have to have Cracker Jacks and hot dogs. I wish the San Fran game was at home. That is going to be an exciting game.

    Art: Totally, but that's why the Bills game is so important for the Bears. If they win that, which they should be winning all home games anyway, then they can march into that brand new stadium like they own the place. The San Francisco fans are