Page 51 of Take My Love
“Ha! Not exactly.”
I tell my sisters goodbye and that I’ll check in with them later.
Walking back toward the bar, I find the girls standing on the sidewalk and talking to some guy.
“Silas! Come meet my brother.” Jamie waves me over.
When I get a better look at him, I notice his muscular frame and height are similar to mine, but I’d guess he’s a few years older than me by the deep lines on his face.
“Hey, I’m Jackson.” He nods when I stand between the girls.
“Silas, nice to meet you.” I nod back. “So you’re a fireman?”
“Yep, for twelve years now.”
“You two have a big age gap?”
“Jackson’s my stepbrother,” Jamie confirms. “His dad married my mom when I was fifteen.”
“Gotcha.”
“Posey needs a weddin’ date and I told her you’d love to go,” Jamie tells Jackson.
“Yeah, that’d be cool. Text me the date so I can make sure I’m not on call that weekend.”
I wait as Posey programs his number and she promises to text him tomorrow. Then I give Jamie an awkward hug goodbye.
“I’ll text you tomorrow too,” Posey promises to Jamie. “If I’m not pukin’ my guts out.”
“I’m sure you will be,” I mutter, trying to pull her away so we can go.
People flood the sidewalks, walking to their vehicles, but I had to park down the street since the lot next to the bar was full.
“C’mon, Posey. Say good night.”
“Night, I love you!” she calls out, walking backward.
“I love you too!” Jamie shouts before getting into her brother’s truck.
Posey trips over her own shoe, but luckily I catch her before she can face-plant.
“Whoa, careful now.” I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. “Can’t have you showin’ up to work on Monday with a black eye.”
“No, I’m fine. T-totally fine,” she stammers, barely able to keep her head up.
“I never realized how much fun you can be when you have alcohol in your system,” I tease. “You’re almost like a different person.”
“That’s not true! I’m always fun.”
“Minus the stick up your ass.”
“I do not have a stick up my ass!” She pokes me in the gut, hard, making me curl over. “You’re the one who does.”
I chuckle. “So whaddya think of this Jackson guy?”
“He’s hot. Did you see his arms? His biceps are the size of my head.”
“They’re the same size as mine.”
