Page 36 of Lawson & Jill

Chapter 11

“Tell me about Jill.”

Law had been expecting this call. He knew he was safe because this was the second night that Jill was zoned out in front of her computer trying to race through technical manuals to meet a deadline to fix someone else’s fuck-ups.

He wiped the grease off his with the garage rag and picked up his phone and put it to his ear. Even though he was ninety-nine percent sure that Jill wouldn’t be coming into the garage, there wasn’t any reason to take unnecessary risks.

“What do you want to know?”

“Why haven’t you copped to her before?”

“Copped to her? What kind of expression is that? I mentioned her to you a few weeks ago.”

“Yeah, but this is something serious, you wouldn’t have pulled in Kane if it wasn’t.”

The Triumph motorcycle was looking good. It had taken him damn near a year to be able to pull the tarp off and start to work on it, but now he was happy. It was bringing back happier times spent with Xavier.

“Law, are you listening to me?” Asher demanded.

“You wanted to know how deep I’d gotten into with Jill, and if I really thought I was ready for a serious relationship. Yes, I heard that. Instead of calling you a “kettle”, I decided to admire Xavier’s motorcycle.”

Asher sighed out a laugh. “I guess it is a bit of the pot calling the kettle black. Did you talk to Professor Roberts’ referral?”

This time it was Law’s turn to sigh. “Yes. I did it specifically because I knew I was falling for Jill and I wanted to make sure I could come to her whole. I didn’t want to be fucked in the head with anger and guilt.”

“That’s great!”

“You’re really annoying, you know that, don’t you?”

“Right back at you. So tell me about this miracle worker who got your ass in to see a psychologist. She must be special.”

“She is. You already saw she’s gorgeous, but she’s smart as a whip, but she is clumsy as hell and she talks to her flowers when she has to work out a problem. She worked as an EMT in downtown Houston for a couple of years. She understands real life.”

“Even though she talks to flowers?” Asher chuckled.

“Yep,” Law grinned.

“Do you love her?”

“Every morning when I wake up with her beside me, the day is better and brighter. When I get to fall asleep with her in my arms I feel content. It eats at me when I don’t know where she is, I want to make sure she’s safe at all times. Is that love? Is that forever?”

“Can you picture growing old without her?” Ash asked softly.

“Hell no. I want her ass tied to my side. I want to make her life better, I want to take care of her. Selfishly, I want all that beauty and sparkle drenching my life.”

“Oh Baby Brother, you’ve got it bad. Drenching your life. Did you take poetry classes in between all of your sports classes?”

“Fuck you,” Law said without any real heat. “Does this sound familiar?”

“Fuck yeah. Except for the drenching part. I want to have Eden’s laughter and wildness beside me forever, that’s why she has my ring on her finger.”

“So have you set the date yet?”

“It’s either March or June. Eden has to go to Montana to bump some heads to get things settled.”

“What?”

“What with Becker’s trial and all the jobs she’s been getting, she pawned some of the planning off on her two sisters. They are arguing about which is the best venue for the reception.”