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JAMESON
When I'm not flying my plane, I'm training other pilots. So these days, if I'm not in the air, I'm in the office until 4:30, sometimes later. I've tried to put Hanna out of my mind until I can meet with her again, but I've failed miserably. I haven't stopped thinking about her since JC's birthday party, and I can't get Ellie's sweet face out of my head.
I have a daughter.
I have a daughter with the only girl I've ever loved. I can't help but think nonstop about my next move. Do I show up on her doorstep again? Do I try and communicate with her through Blakely? I stare down at the piece of scrap paper with her number scribbled on it. It hasn't even been 48 hours since we spoke, but I find myself typing out a text before I drive myself crazy.
Jameson- Hi, It's Jameson. I really think we need to talk.
There. Short. Sweet. To the point.
I wait a second before pushing my iPhone back down into my pocket. After I go through a few training exercises with the guys and finish up for the day, I hop on my bike and ride over to the apartment.
"Dude, what took you so long?" Dojo whines from the couch, cramming his mouth full of some type of chips.
"Um, it's called working." I laugh, pulling a water bottle out of the fridge.
"Wanna order a pizza? We can do an extra gym session to burn it off." He asks, wiggling his eyebrows, his sock feet propped up on the coffee table.
"No, I'm not really hungry."
He scoffs, "Starving yourself isn't going to help with Hanna."
"Trust me when I say nothing can help me with Hanna."
He pulls himself to a seated position, changing the subject, "Have you heard?"
"Heard what?" I ask, sitting down next to him, throwing my boot up on the table.
"Uh, nothing."
"Don't do that. You always do that."
He remains silent, walking into the kitchen, "Dojo, what is it?"
He pulls the phone to his ear, "Yeah, let me get a large ham and pineapple and an order of cheese bread."
Mother fucker, he always does this. Avoids telling me important shit until the last possible second. He thinks he's protecting me, but really, he's just making my anxiety worse.
I conclude that with whatever Dojo knows and what's going on with Hanna and Ellie, it's just too much. I push him into the fridge forcefully, my hand wrapped around his throat, "Dojo, tell me what the fuck you think you know."
He bursts into laughter as I loosen my grip, "Damn man, this girl has you on edge."
I let him go, "She's not just some girl, and I have too much going on for you to play games."
He sighs, shrugging out of my grasp, "There's talk of a mission, deployment."
What?
My phone vibrates in my pocket as I fumble it out, frantically reading the message.
Hanna- Yeah, I'll need to arrange a sitter for Ellie. When will you be around?
Jameson- I can come anytime, I need to come. Now?
Hanna- We have plans tonight. I'll see if Blakely will watch Ellie tomorrow. Does that work?
Jameson- Yeah, I train until around five, but I can head that way as soon as I'm done.
