Page 62 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
She shrugs. “Sore. No riding for a while.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll find someone to exercise him.”
“Maybe Jack,” Amy says.
Jack laughs. “You know I can’t ride.”
“I think I’m going to teach you.” She grins at him and she knows he won’t be able to refuse her. She has a feeling she’ll always get her way with him. That he’ll indulge her and love her with every bit of him. Jack Johnson is just like that.
Her mum’s gaze follows the movement of Amy’s head.
“Hello, Jack love,” her mum says, dropping her hands from Amy’s shoulders and beckoning him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry about your mum,” she leans back and cups his face in her hands. “She was a wonderful woman.” He nods and she continues to hold him. “And thank you for Amy.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he mumbles.
“Well,” her mum says, releasing his cheeks and strolling backwards, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “I sent Finn out to the shops and we’ve got all sorts of treats inside. I’ve missed English cake.” She smiles. “I’ll go and put the kettle on.” She hurries inside, passing Amy’s dad on the doorstep. He stares down at them with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the frame.
“Hi Dad,” she says, holding out her hand to Jack and approaching the door.
“How’s the ankle?” he asks her.
“It could be worse.”
“Sounds like it could’ve been much worse. Lucky Jack here found you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” Jack says, squeezing her hand.
“No doubt about that.” He steps forward and kisses Amy’s cheek, then pats Jack’s shoulder. “You know I will snap your neck and feed you to my pigs if you do anything to hurt her.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Jack counters, returning his hard look.
Amy snorts. “I’m perfectly capable of doing my own neck snapping.”
“Come in, then” her dad says, taking her hand and helping her up onto the front step. She walks ahead of the two men down the corridor, but she can feel them hanging back slightly and she strains to hear their words.
“We’re very grateful for what you did Jack. God knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t found her. I’m glad you came over.” He pats Jack on the shoulder and closes the front door; the cool air shut out and the warmth of her home and the smells of toasting crumpets greeting her. “I screw up a lot. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about it. I nearly lost Kate for a moment there.” Her dad pauses, clearly searching for the words. “When you find the right person, you need to hang on to them and make sure you’re working hard every day to make them happy.”
“I know that,” Jack says. “It’s all I want to do.”
It’s all she wants to do too she thinks, as she grips the wall for support. Quickly, Jack’s hands are there to support her, one at the small of her back and one at her elbow, and she smiles at him.
“You go rest up in the sitting room,” her dad tells them. “I’ll go help your mum.”
Jack guides her to the sofa, moving the footstool so she can rest her ankle on it and then taking the seat next to her.
“Okay?” she says, leaning against him, and melting into the embrace of his arm.
“Well, they haven’t murdered me so far.” He kisses her forehead.
Finn walks in with a tray laden with cakes and biscuits, buttered crumpets and sausage rolls, and his mum and dad follow with five cups of tea.
“Mum seems to think we’re having a kid’s tea party,” Finn says, placing the tray down on the coffee table.
Her mum hands them each a mug. “It’s all Amy’s favourite things. She needs sugar after the shock she’s had.”
“Seems like there’s quite a few of your favourite things too, Mum.”
His dad laughs. “All I heard our entire trip is how much she missed English food.”
