Friday, October 3
The call came around three o’clock Friday afternoon while Jenna and Jackson were at the zoo with Lana. She was skipping ahead of them on the path when Jenna’s cell phone rang. She glanced at Jackson, who must have understood that Lana was getting too far away from them and hurried to join the energetic little girl.
“What happened, Trist?”
Trista’s voice was excited when she spoke. “The judge threw the entire case out. They took Victor into custody right there in the courtroom. Blaine will have to testify against him at his trial, but other than that, this whole nightmare is over. You have no idea how relieved I am, Jen.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you. And for Blaine.”
“My cell is cutting-. Blaine wants to celebrate tomorrow night at the club; private room. Bring Jack-“
Jenna put the phone back in her purse and hurried to catch the others. She couldn’t wait to tell Jackson the good news, but she stopped short when she saw them. They were both standing on one leg with the other foot resting on their knee.
“Look, Aunt Jenna, We’re flamingos. Can I have an ice cream from the man in the cart?”
“Okay,” Jenna said as she handed Lana a few dollars.
They watched as she skipped to the ice cream cart six feet away before either of them spoke.
“Was that Trista?”
“They dropped the charges. It looks like our hunch about Victor was right. I don’t know how I can ever thank you for thinking of that.”
“You came up with it. I was just there when you did. However,” Jackson’s tone became playful, “I can probably think of a few ways for you to thank me.”
“Oh, really?” Jenna turned her attention from Lana who was selecting a flavor to Jackson. “What might that be?”
“Hmm.” She could tell that Jackson was pretending to appear thoughtful. “I’ll have to think of something. Unless you have any ideas.”
“I have a few of my own,” Jenna replied. After last night, that was an understatement. If his prediction about Trista staying into the early hours of the morning hasn’t proven correct then she would have found herself at his door to finish what they’d started. When Jackson knocked on her door that morning, he’d declined coming inside, clearly not trusting himself with her anymore than she could trust herself alone with him.
So, yeah, she had more than a few ideas about what she wanted to do to him.
His hands stroked up her bare arms. “I can’t wait to hear more about these ideas of yours. Care to share?”
“Nope. You’ll just have to wait.”
“Wait?” He pulled her close to nip at her neck. “What if I can’t wait?” Teeth tugged at her earlobe. “What if I have to have you right now?”
Jenna didn’t have a problem with that, not once she was sandwiched between his body and the railing to the flamingo area. No hint of reluctance to be affectionate in public tainted his kiss once their lips meant. It took every ounce of her self-control to keep from whimpering and moaning in response to him. The whole day of plutonically walking and occasionally holding hands was maddening, but this…his kiss…It was the cruelest and most delicious form of torture.
“Now can I call you Uncle Jackson?” a tiny voice interrupted.
Jenna pulled away and shook her head as she laughed.
“I think it’s time to get you home, Lana.”
“Okay, Aunt Jenna, but can we get a picture first?” Lana pointed to one of the instant photo booths.
Jenna looked at Jackson, who shrugged in response, eyes still the color of molten sky from their kiss, then smiled at her niece. “Why not?”
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