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“I’m glad.” And that was the little bit of conversation I could come up with. I was so glad he had called me, but I had no clue what to say. I needed a pen, paper, an envelope, and a stamp. That seemed to be the only way I could talk to Jonas.
“So,” he sighed.
“Yeah, so.” Seriously, did I have no clue how to talk? I did it every day at work, but as soon as I heard Jonas’ voice, my mind blanked.
“Lennox,” he laughed.
“Oh, Jonas,” I sighed. “I don’t know what to say because I want to say everything at once, and instead, nothing is coming out. Obviously,” I drawled. “I can’t believe I asked you if you were happy to be out of prison. Of course, you are. I mean, of course, it’s going to be an adjustment for you, but duh, Jonas, you’re glad to be home. Did you like being back in your bed?”
Silence.
“Jonas?” I called.
“So that is what it sounds like when you ramble.”
I opened my mouth but didn’t say anything.
“I gotta admit, it’s even cuter than on paper.”
“Cute?” I croaked.
“Adorable, babe.”
“Oh, ah, well, you know. It just kind of happens.” I slapped my hand to my forehead, and Marty stirred next to me. “Not like I try to be adorable. I mean, the rambling happens. The fact you think it’s adorable is odd. I mean, it’s odd, not you are odd. You’re, uh, well, anything but odd.”Holy hell. What in the world was I doing?He tells me my rambling is adorable, so I just kick it into high gear and go full-on ramble. I was going to need to take a sedative before I talked to Jonas.
“Yes?”
“Did I ask a question?” I didn’t think I had, but the thing with my rambling was I never could really remember what I said because I was just all over the place.
“I’m sure somewhere in that rambling you did, but I couldn’t get my answer in.”
“Jonas,” I laughed. “I don’t think I asked a question. I think I called you odd.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “you did do that, but that was still adorable.”
“I think I’m just going to have to write you letters even though you’re out of prison. That seems to be the only way I can talk to you.”
“Babe, you ramble in your letters, remember?” he chuckled. “I like to hear the ramble instead of reading it.”
“Jonas,” I whispered, suddenly afraid.
“What is it, babe?”
I chewed on my bottom lip and tried to figure out how to tell him I was scared of, well, the future. “Uh, well, this is... I’m scared, and I don’t really know why, but I feel it. But...”
“But what?” he asked softly.
“But it’s not a bad scared. I mean, it’s giving me butterflies, and it kind of feels like when you’re on a roller coaster, going up a huge incline, and you’re scared of the drop, but you know it’s going to be amazing.”
“I’ve been through a lot, Lennox, and not much scares me anymore. Hell, nothing scares me. You and I? Nothing to be scared of.”
“But we’ve never seen each other before, and this is the first time we’ve ever talked.”
“No, it’s not,” Jonas laughed.
“What?” I blinked rapidly. “Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not. You don’t remember when Nolan was really sick two years ago, and I called you? Told you what was going on, and then I called you two more times after that with updates about him because the prison actually calling you to let you know Nolan was sick wasn’t going to happen until two weeks after he got better or died.”
