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Chapter 34
Isabel
One day later
Sitting in the lawyer’s office Grant has hired to get his father free, Grant is handed the documents that should see that happening soon. As soon as today, is what the lawyer has told us.
Grant looks at me nervously as the lawyer heads out of the office. He’s heading across the street to the courthouse to see the judge he’s in good with. “If not today, then soon, Grant. I’m sure it’ll be soon.”
With a nod, he stops his pacing and takes a seat once more, moving away from the window he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of since the lawyer left. “It’s just that tomorrow is the wedding, and I’ll feel terrible for leaving him home alone.”
I take his hand and remind him of something. “You have more than enough siblings that can come over to stay with him for the night. We’ve already set up one of the private apartments to spend our wedding night in. They can have the run of your house…”
He looks at me as he interrupts, “Our house.”
I can’t help but smile at him and lean over to kiss his cheek. “Our house. They’ll have the run of it. They all know their way around now, thanks to that little cookout we had the other day. He’ll be fine and happy as a clam to be free, I’m sure.”
“I suppose you’re right. And I know he’ll understand that we’ve already planned this. He’ll be happy just to see his kids, I hope.” He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. “I’m lucky to have you, and I can’t wait to change your last name.”
“And I can’t wait to use it. Mrs. Grant Jamison. Isabel Jamison. I like the sound of that.” I smile at him then get up to look out the window myself.
The day is gorgeous—a spectacular early autumn morning with birds zipping through the sky and trees moving in the slight breeze. The leaves have already changed colors, and everything seems so tranquil.
Grant comes up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist, interlocking his fingers to hold me in the circle of his embrace. His chin rests on my shoulder as he looks out the window with me. “Pretty day, isn’t it?”
“Perfect for bringing your dad home, isn’t it?” I turn my head, and he catches my cheek with a kiss.
“Perfect.”
Turning in his arms, I put mine around his neck. “Should I find someone to stay with while you go get him?”
“Hell no. You’re coming with me. You all are. I’ll be hiring a service to take all of us to go get him. He’ll be the first prisoner to be picked up by a limo, I bet.” He kisses my lips softly as his hands move down to cup my ass, pulling my body closer to his.
The sound of the door opening interrupts us, and he sighs as he has to let me go. The lawyer walks in and chuckles at us. Jason Stone happens to be one of the members of our little club, and his smile is on the naughty side. “I see you two can’t seem to get enough of each other. I can’t wait for the big event tomorrow night. What are you two going as?”
Grant shakes his head at me. “Don’t you dare tell him. It’s a secret, baby.”
We’re going as a bride and groom, of course. I nod and act as if I’m locking my lips closed. “You’ll just have to wait and see, Jason. So, are we allowed to go get him today?”
He hands Grant the stack of papers and nods. “Here’s your copy and the judge has already called the warden of the prison himself. The warden allowed the judge to fax over the paperwork and your father is being discharged as we speak. When you get there, give this to the guard at the gate, and he’ll send you where you need to go from there.”
Grant looks elated as he takes the papers. “Thank you, Jason. I knew you were the right man for the job.”
Pulling me to hurry with him, Grant leaves the office and nearly sprints out of the building. “I can see you’re excited.”
“I’m more than excited. I did it, Bell. I did what Mom asked me to.” Once we’re outside, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me with a long hard kiss that leaves me breathless. “I did it, baby. I’m doing everything I said I would. I actually feel like I’m becoming the man you deserve now.”
“You are.” I push my hand through his thick hair. “You always have been.”
With a shake of his head, he disagrees. “Not always. But now I feel like I am that man.”
We climb into his Jag and head out. Then he makes the call to his sister Jenny. “Hi Grant. What’s up?”
“I hope you’re ready, and I need you to get our two younger siblings ready, to be picked up. Mom’s reports came back. She had stage four cervical cancer that was inoperable. And the knife only had her prints on it, and there was blood splatter on her right hand where she held the knife and cut her own left wrist. The coroner’s report proved Dad’s innocence, Jenny. And my lawyer got the judge to overturn the initial verdict. Dad’s being let out today, and I’m hiring a car and driver to take us all to pick him up. Can you guys be ready in about an hour?”
“Oh, my God. We’re bringing Dad home!” she screams excitedly. “I’ll get the others ready. I can’t believe how fast you’ve done this, Grant. You’re the most amazing person in the whole world.”
“Tell them to pack their bags too,” Grant adds. “I want you guys to come out and stay with us for a few days. I don’t want Dad to miss anyone for a minute.”
