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“I don’t care. I have you here, and I’ll talk to you until they murder me.”
“Murder? They wouldn’t murder you. Bodies are so hard to hide. But I suggest you pick which limb you can live without before they open the door.” She went back to reading, not even caring that he was there.
This is what he had been waiting for: to get her alone and talk to her, though it didn’t feel like they were alone with the constant stream of yelling and cursing coming from behind him. But this was his shot, and he was taking it.
“Fine, okay, I came here to tell you that I love you, Beatrix P. Lovely. I want to say I fell for you the moment I saw you, but that was just lust. I think I fell for you when you tackled me. You were willing to put yourself in danger for me and didn’t even think of how it would affect you. At the time, I didn’t know about your family’s fighting skills.” He didn’t move from the door, in case the constant pounding resulted in it actually opening.
“You can’t love me; I’m just like my mother, remember?” She reminded him as she slammed her book shut.
“You are nothing like your mother, and I wish I’d never said you were. You are complete opposites. She only cares about herself, and you care about everyone but yourself. Having me sign that document proves it. You would face me, tell me about the baby, and face my possible anger just to make sure she never for one moment thinks she isn’t loved,” he said and walked away from the door for a moment, hoping that the lock held until he could convince her. He needed to get closer to her. He couldn’t do this across the room.
She shook her head. “Jonas, you aren’t in love with me. You’re in shock over the baby. I know how you feel. It took me a little to get my head around it, and I was puking every morning as a reminder. And if you don’t want them in the room, you have to move the dresser.”
At her words, he tried not to smile as he moved the big piece of furniture the three feet to cover the door. It was heavy, and he wondered how Buzz knew that it could be moved, or how many times she had moved it. Then he sat on the bed, far enough away to not spook her, but close enough that he could touch her if he was brave enough.
Her warning had shown him that she was interested in what he was saying and didn’t want their conversations to end. That, or she didn’t want her sisters to kill him. Either one was a good sign.
Jonas touched her leg with the tips of his fingers, and when she didn’t move, he slid an entire hand over the bare skin of her ankle, missing the feel of her skin under his hand. “No, I was in shock in my office. That’s how you got away from me before I could tell you that I want you in my life. That you are my life.”
