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And that’s all that mattered. Her mother could fight as dirty as she wanted and he wouldn’t back down. He wouldn’t let Jezebelle walk away without the fight of his life. Fists and all if they were needed.
Thank God he made amends with his brother and she couldn’t hurt him with his bar. But if it hadn’t worked out, he would’ve fought tooth and nail with her. Nothing would stop him from loving Jezebelle.
His wife.
They’d just have to deal with it.
“I know you do. You would’ve never had me talk a judge into officiating the ceremony on such short notice otherwise. I know you wanted to go with her to meet her father, but maybe it’s better you didn’t.”
The sly grin that inched up on Jaxson’s face told Brick what he was thinking.
Then he confirmed it.
“You do look like shit. Not the best way to impress her father with a black eye.”
“This could take weeks to clear away,” he said, circling his right eye.
“I mean, are you that pressed to meet him? He might be as horrible as her mother.”
Brick glanced away, looking outside for a brief moment before training his attention back on Jaxson. “I guess not. I just didn’t want her to feel alone. Like she had to do it by herself. Her mother hasn’t gotten off her back since she arrived in town. She doesn’t need her father to do the same.”
Tamara took the opportunity to slide into their space and place the bag filled with the breakfast burritos in front of Jaxson.
Jaxson stood up, threw a twenty on the bar, and grabbed the bag. “It’ll all work out.”
“What makes you believe that?”
“Because Jezebelle doesn’t strike me as a dumb woman. She married you in such a short time for a reason. Because she loves you, man.”
Another true point by Jaxson.
“Thanks for the burritos.”
Brick nodded and said good-bye as Jaxson headed for the exit.
He stood for a moment, watching the people outside walking by his place. Some with their heads buried in their phones. Some with a harried expression. Some looking like they were strolling around enjoying the morning.
He loved this bar. He loved everything about it. The location, the people, the atmosphere. He was damn proud of the things he had accomplished in life. He wasn’t embarrassed about his past—his record—no matter what anyone thought of him.
If her father—like her mother—had a problem with him, then so be it. All that mattered to him was what Jezebelle thought about him. If she wanted to know what he’d been arrested for, he’d tell her. If she wanted to know how many women he’d slept with, he’d tell her. If she wanted to know what scared him the most, he’d tell her.
Because right now what scared him the most was losing her.
