Page 94 of Jameson’s Salvation

Both bathrooms were spotless. I washed, folded, and put away all my clothes. I polished and dusted the living room. My kitchen floor was so clean you could eat off it. I was in search of more to do when Jameson grabbed my bicep, halting me as I walked by him.

“Enough, Kennedy.”

“But—”

“You’ve been at it for hours. No more. Come sit with us.”

“I can’t sit. How ‘bout I make dinner?”

“Nope. Chasin already called in food and Weston’s picking it up on his way over.”

“Holden still at my mom’s?”

“Yep. And everything is fine, just like it was thirty minutes ago when you called and talked to her.”

I knew I was being crazy about my mom but she literally couldn’t run away if someone broke into her house. And I was so worried with everything going on she’d be overly stressed and have another stroke.

“Reggie’s in a jail cell, Kennedy. He cannot hurt her or you.”

“But Gary’s not. What if he’s pissed now—”

“No doubt he is. At Reggie. Gary’s retribution will be aimed at Coleman. Not you. Gary’s going to be more concerned about the pictures Reggie’s been blackmailing him with. And don’t forget, Jonny called in the Delaware State Police. Gary is in Wilmington. We’ll be notified if he heads south.”

Jameson was right. My nerves were shot and I was being paranoid. Everything was going to be fine.

It was finally over.

Reggie Coleman was in jail. No one thought he’d get bail because he was a flight risk. And Jonny had already started questioning the men Reggie had been blackmailing and they were rolling over on him fast. They didn’t want those pictures to get out on top of the crimes they’d committed. The State’s Attorney was making deals left and right and likely would be doing it through the night.

Finally I could breathe without the threat of Reggie looming over me.

He’d been harassing me for so long it was like I forgot what it was like to just live. Not that I was out of the woods, I still had to recoup my business, but Jameson would help with that. And with him by my side, I could do it faster than I could going at it alone. Not that I couldn’t do it by myself, but I no longer had to.

I sank down to Jameson’s lap and wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you. Both of you.”

“No need—”

“Thank you, Chasin,” I told him solemnly.

“We should be the one thanking you,” Chasin said, blowing off my appreciation.

Jeez, could none of these guys take some credit?

“I don’t know what kind of voodoo you’re practicin’, but never stop. I’ve never seen this asshole not be a, well…asshole.” Chasin smirked before he continued. “None of us even knew he could laugh. We all thought he had some kind of vocal cord damage that prevented the sound. We knew he could bark orders. But laugh? No way.”

“You’re hilarious, Chasin,” Jameson quipped. “So funny I forgot to laugh.”

“You didn’t forget shit and you never will as long as Kennedy’s around.”

Jameson’s wide smile stole my breath. Damn, he was good-looking.

“You’re right about that,” Jameson agreed.

* * *

Weston brought over Mexican takeout. After everything that happened, I didn’t have an appetite and politely declined the food. But Jameson insisted I needed to eat something. Two bites into my first crunchy taquito, I was suddenly starved and woofed down all four, plus all the rice, before the three men were done with their plates.