“Whenever you want.”
“’Night, Jameson.”
“’Night, babe.”
I closed my eyes and I was still smiling. I liked this agreeable, easy side of Jameson. But I also liked his gruff, bossy side, too. He was the perfect mix of hard and soft.
Maybe boring was great. I couldn’t wait to find out.
29
Jameson
Jameson’s phone ringing on the nightstand pulled him from a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Something that only started happening since Kennedy had started sleeping next to him. Just her body next to his beat back the nightmares that had plagued him for years.
Jameson glanced at the table and watched the clock tick to five a.m.. Kennedy’s alarm started blaring, accompanying the ringing from his cell.
Now fully awake and alert, he reached out with his free hand and slapped the clock, stopping the annoying buzzing, and tagged his phone.
“Yeah.”
“Jonny called,” Nixon started, and Jameson started to roll Kennedy off his chest, but she shook her head, obviously awake. “Gary Earle crossed the state line into Maryland ten minutes ago.”
“Fuck. What’s the plan?”
“Everyone to the office, now.”
“What about Lola? She can’t climb the stairs.”
“She’s five-foot nothing and weighs less than the iron you bench press. I think you can carry her.”
If Jameson had been firing on all cylinders he wouldn’t have asked. Of course he could carry her up to the office.
“Right. Is Holden bringing them over?”
“Yes.”
“See you in ten minutes.”
Jameson tapped the disconnect button and dipped his chin, looking down to his chest but only seeing the top of Kennedy’s head.
“Did you hear that, babe?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to get up and wake the guys if they’re not already up.”
“It’s not over,” she whispered.
Jameson rolled, forcing Kennedy to her back. He came up on an elbow and stared down at her.
“Look at me, Kennedy.” Her focus came to him and his gut clenched at the worry in her eyes. “It is over,” Jameson proclaimed.
“But—”
“We don’t know why Gary Earle is coming to town or even if he is. But we’re going to take precautions.”
“We know why.”