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Jackson looked at me as if I were being ridiculous. "Not a chance. Did you feel that kick. That's all boy in there."
"Come on, we should get inside. The ice cream is in that bag. You can help me put the groceries away."
After the groceries were put away, I brought out a pitcher of lemonade to the back patio where Jackson had just turned the barbeque on. I sat down after pouring us each a glass and picked up the newspaper.
"I'll be back. Just going to grab the potatoes from inside and get them on the grill," he said, kissing the top of my head.
I heard the phone ring, and then heard Jackson laugh and knew immediately it must be one of the guys from work. I listened as he chuckled, but then his voice turned serious. I hated when I heard that tone in his voice and did my best to shut it out.
I'd just flipped open the newspaper to the next section and was about to read the next article when Jackson stepped out the back door.
"One of the guys?" I questioned.
"It was Ryan."
"Oh, Cara said he was working tonight. That's odd he'd be calling. Is everything okay?" I turned to see Jackson standing there without potatoes looking like something was very wrong.
"What is it?"
"Garrick Barton was arrested this afternoon. He apparently jacked a car at gunpoint. Ryan said they just went and picked him up. He's in custody."
Jackson had eventually told me all that he knew about Garrick. He told me how the bullets at my brother’s shooting had matched the one the doctors had removed from him. He had told me that Dorian had cracked under pressure the night he was arrested and had turned Garrick in, giving the police everything they needed to know.
"What?" I asked in disbelief. I didn't know what to do or say at this news. It had been something I'd been praying for since the day my brother had been killed, that they’d find the man responsible.
"They got him, babe. It’s over," Jackson said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
I tried hard not to cry, but with all the hormones that were flooding my body, it was impossible not to. "We've got to go tell Mom," I said, standing up.
"Better yet, grab the food. We will take dinner over."
I layin bed reading the first chapter of a new book when Jackson walked in, towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but peek over the top of my book as my fiancé dropped the towel from his body and made his way over to the bed.
"Give it up would you?" He chuckled. "I know you’re pretending to read, but in reality you’re checking me out."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, whatever. When did you become so full of yourself?" I giggled.
"Since you came back," he said, throwing the covers down on his side of the bed and crawling in.
I placed my book on my bedside table, shut the light off, and snuggled down under the covers and into his arms.
"Did you see your mom's face tonight when we told her."
"I know. She looked like she wanted to cheer and cry at the same time," I said, thinking back to when we had shared the news with her.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on Jackson's chest, taking in his fresh scent.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as his hands trailed down and rested on my lower back.
"You," I murmured.
"Is that so."
I shook my head and was surprised when Jackson rolled me onto my back and looked down into my face. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me hard. I could feel him growing hard against me and pushed at his chest, laughing. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked as his hands wandered over my body.
I stopped laughing when I caught the look in his eyes. He slowly brought his lips to mine, then he reached up and shut the light off, bathing the room in darkness.
