Page 112 of Capri

Capri:

I haven’t asked you yet. LOL.

Jones:

I already know my answer. Can’t wait. It’s gonna be fun.

Capri:

You gonna let me ask now?

Jones:

Sure. My answer will still be the same.

Capri:

Wanna come to a wedding with me next weekend?

Jones:

Yes. See…easy.

Jones:

Just to clarify…as your date?

Capri:

Yes.

“Okay,so I feel like I need to prepare you for my mother.”

“Hit me,” Jones says as we walk toward the ceremony entrance.

It’s finally Mariah’s wedding day. I insisted on picking Jones up and he laughed in my face like I was the funniest thing in the world, decidingfor usthat he would be driving.

Men.

“Since my divorce, she’s been ruthless about me dating. She means well, but it can be extreme.”

Jones grins. “So, what you’re saying is, she’s not expecting me?”

I laugh. “Not at all.”

“You haven’t told her about us?” he asks. There’s no accusation in his tone, just curiosity.

I tell him the truth. “I haven’t. I wasn’t sure where we stood, and I didn’t want to assume without talking to you about it first.” I send him a soft smile, hoping he understands my intentions.

Holding my hand, Jones stops me in my tracks. “Let me clear things up for you, okay, sweetheart?”

I nod.

“We’re together. In every way that counts. What that looks like for our future, I’m not sure yet, but I know I see you in it, and we’ll decide that together. Okay?”

My stomach is constantly filled with butterflies around this man, and I can’t think of one reason why that’s a bad thing.

“Yeah, okay.” I smile, the warmth of his words causing tingles to course through my body.

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