Jill
The battle is on. The town joke is, if Jack and I went up a hill to fetch water, one of us would get shoved down the slope. Me. I’d be shoving that great big cheating thorn in my side. Since we broke up, Jack finds every way possible to annoy me. And now he’s trying to beat me at the annual decorating contest?
No way.
He’s not going to show me up. Not happening. No more Ms. Nice Girl. Jack is going down. It’s either him or me in this town—and it’s going to be me.
Jack
She wants me to go down? Fine. I’m her man. Now, I have her attention, and I’m keeping it. And her.
