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Chapter 21
Savvy
1 year later…
So much has changed in the past year, but they are good changes. When we got back from West Africa, I was more traumatized than I thought. Once the man and woman were better, we found out that the women, Isabelle, was the daughter of the gun runner and child sex trafficker that Jag killed on his first mission almost thirty-years ago.
Jag killed her father during that mission, and she has been holding a grudge ever since, but did not know how to locate him. She just happened to be in the Maldives on her way back to East Africa where she picked up where her father left off. When she saw Jag, she became obsessed with revenge. The guy was a patsy she seduced to get him to cooperate, a costly mistake. They were handed off to the US armed forces much to Jag’s annoyance, but he eventually let it go...I think.
When we got back, I realized that I was more traumatized than I thought I’d be, so Jag put me right in therapy to work through all my thoughts and feelings not just about getting abducted but also killing someone. He also stopped working to be with me because I flipped my lid whenever he was not with me.
The first time I freaked out we were home sleeping and he got up to grab a drink. I woke up and he was gone and had a melt-down. It took Jag forever to get me to calm down, he called Joseph and told him he wouldn’t be back for a while. Six months later he took me to see the house he built for me. He had intended to show it to me when we came back from our honeymoon but...yeah.
The house was beautiful and everything I envisioned and more and I no longer needed it. We talked about what to do with the house, Jag suggested selling it, but that house is what brought us together and I couldn’t imagine selling it. As we were deciding what to do with the house Saint called to let me know he got the head coach position at the college and would be coming down to find a place for him and his family or talk to Jag about a house. So, we decided to give it to Saint, so now he’s here in Mississippi working at the college and we get to see the grand babies all the time.
I decided to not go back to work and take advantage of the opportunity Jag presented me on our honeymoon and explore other options. While I was in therapy one of the tools I utilized was writing in a journal, what started as journaling turned into me trying to write a book. I had no intention of getting it published. I just wanted to get this story on paper.
Jag and Skai encouraged me to get it published, my goal was to only write the book and I accomplished that goal. But I took a chance and began working towards getting it published. So yeah Jag, and my story will get the chance to be read. My anxiety is through the roof with how it is going to be received by the public.
Today is our anniversary and he is taking me to the Tree House Restaurant where we had our first date. There is a gift box on the bed, and I think it’s from Jag until I open it and see a dress in the box and a note from Peter:
Savvy,
Happy Anniversary,
I hope you enjoy the dress I have picked out for you and if your ankles don’t end up by your ears tonight you did something wrong.
Love,
Peter
I shake my head at his antics as I pull the dress out of the box, this dress is just on the right side of legal and I can’t wait to squeeze all these 240 pounds in it and see Jag’s reaction. The top is made like a tank top, but the bottom of the dress is see thru tulle material with diamonds all over the bottom, I decided to skip the panties that is supposed to go with it and pair a form fitting body-con skirt, I throw my black booties with the S for the heel my new charm bracelet and anniversary ring and my diamond earrings. I put on my version of make-up and fluff out my hair, grab my purse and yes, I have Brianna and head out to the main house where Jag is waiting for me. The look on his face when he sees me is more than worth it.
“You look amazing baby,” he tells me as he leans in and kisses my forehead. So he doesn’t mess up my lipstick.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I return looking at him wearing all black.
“Let’s go baby, dinner is waiting.”
THE END
