Sam was doing great. Faith even told me his grades were up since my return. I was glad to hear it.
I also took Sam to meet his grandaddy. The old man was buried in the orchard behind the house, a stone grave under the biggest apple tree on the property. It was a beautiful, secluded spot.
“This is where my father’s buried,” I told Sam.
He took my hand.
“Your mother named you after him.”
Sam nodded.
“It was awfully nice of her to name you after my father. I mean, I wasn’t around in those days. I wanted to be, but I couldn’t.”
“I know,” Sam said.
“So your mother did the greatest thing a woman could ever do for a man. She raised you for me while I was away.”
Sam nodded.
“But I’m back now, Sam. And I’ll never go away ever again.”
He didn’t say anything but he squeezed my hand so tight it surprised me. I hadn’t realized he could be so strong.
“I love you, son,” I said, looking at my father’s grave.
“I love you too, dad.”
Hearing him say that made my life complete.
And being with Faith was like being with an angel. Every night before I fell asleep next to her, I silently thanked God for giving her to me. She was more than I deserved—far more. She always had been. Ever since the time she came into that motel, all those years before, and asked me for my help, she’d possessed my heart. Who’d have ever thought we’d make it so far?
I had her to thank for all the happiness in my life.
It looked like she’d been the desperate one back in that motel bar twelve years ago, but the truth was, I was the one who was desperate. I was the one who needed her. She’d saved my life in every single way.
Killing her enemies and making my way back to her was the hardest thing I’d ever done. And creating a child with her, and now, creating a loving home, were the best things that possibly could have happened.
I loved fucking her, long into the night, even when she begged me to stop. And I could spend the rest of my life doing it to her.
Chapter 50
Jackson
“COME ON,” I SAID, leading Faith by the hand. “It’s not much farther.”
She was blindfolded, following me from the truck toward the porch of the new house we’d built for her. It had been a group effort, with Grant, Forrester, Grady, Lacey and of course, Sam, all pitching in. It looked great, the fresh paint glistening, the new porch shading us from the sun, the clay tiles of the roof reflecting the sunlight beautifully.
It was a beautiful home, fitting for a beautiful woman.
“I can’t see a thing,” Faith said.
“Keep it on,” I said, putting my hand on the blindfold. “It’s just a few more steps.”
I led her up the steps of the porch. Sam was sitting very still, very silently, on an easy chair on the verandah. I put my finger over my lips and he nodded.
“You ready, Faith?” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “Jackson, where are we?”
I took off the blindfold. She blinked a few times before opening her eyes fully. Then she threw her hand in front of her mouth.
“Oh my God,” she cried.
Her eyes filled with tears. I’d never seen her so happy.
“Jackson, this is beautiful.”
“I didn’t do it all by myself,” I said. “Sam helped a lot.”
“Really? When?”
“All those sports practices. We weren’t exactly playing sports.”
“I can’t believe it,” she said.
“It’s all yours, if you want it, Faith.”
She looked at me like she was about to burst. “Jackson, what are you saying?”
“This house, it would be the perfect place for you, me, and Sam to live as a family, wouldn’t it?”
She was crying so much she couldn’t answer.
I’d rehearsed it all a thousand times with Sam. I gave him the signal. He ran inside and turned on the music, Faith’s favorite song. I led her around to the back of the house where we’d strung dozens of lanterns from the trees. The sun was low in the evening sky and the firebugs were already out, shooting around the lanterns like meteors.
Faith gasped at the sight. Everything was perfect.
I got down on my knee.
Faith was shaking her head. She looked down at me, her eyes filled with so many tears she couldn’t even see clearly, and she just shook her head.
“You got the ring, buddy?” I said to Sam.
Sam nodded and stepped forward with the tiny, turquoise box. I took it from him and snapped it open. Inside was a Tiffany’s engagement ring, a diamond on white gold. When Faith saw it her jaw dropped.
“Faith,” I said, but she was already crying so much she couldn’t hear me.
I laughed. Sam laughed too. That relaxed her and she stopped crying.
“Faith Shepherd,” I said. “I love you more than life itself. I’ve loved you for so long I can’t even remember what it was like not to be in love with you. I adore you Faith. You’ve been mine since the moment I first set eyes on you, and I want the world to know it. Will you marry me?”
The shaking of her head changed to nodding.
“Yes,” she gasped, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Yes, of course I will.”
“I love you,” I cried, my own eyes filling with tears.
“I love you too, Jackson.”
I got up and grabbed her in my arms, lifted her off her feet, and put my mouth over hers. We didn’t even care that Sam was watching. I put my tongue against her lips and it slipped into her mouth, dancing with her tongue, just as it had the very first time we kissed.
The warmth of her lips, the softness of her hair, the brightness of her eyes, those were the things that mattered to me, and as my wife, she’d be giving them to me for ever and ever. Those were the true things I wanted. I wanted her heart. I wanted her love.
I didn’t want to possess her, so much as I wanted both of us to be possessed by a common love. The love of our marriage.
“God, I love you so much,” I gasped when our kiss ended.
“Then put a ring on it, silly.”
I slipped the engagement ring onto her finger. The diamond paled in comparison to the beauty of her eyes, but it still looked perfect.
Chapter 51
Faith
I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS a cliché when girls said their wedding day was the happiest day of their life. I guess that’s because I was never married before. Girls, whatever you’ve heard about your wedding day, it doesn’t even come close to describing the happiness you’ll feel when you’re tying the knot with the man of your dreams. Only someone who’s experienced it can possibly know.
Marrying Jackson was the culmination of so many years of longing and striving that it felt like the pinnacle of my life. It was like finally having all my dreams come true. When I burst into that motel bar all those years ago, desperately searching for a man to step up and help me, I’d never in a million years dreamed that this would be the outcome. Jackson had gone so far above and beyond what I’d expected, he transformed my entire life.
He didn’t just get me to safety, he went beyond that, and spent years making sure that the men who I was messed up with would never be able to hurt me again. They’d never be able to hurt my son. My life wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for the sacrifice Jackson had made. It had taken twelve years, but it had to be done. And not once did Jackson consider giving up on me.
Of course, Jackson didn’t do it for free. He’d been honest with me right from the start. ‘A life for a life,’ he said. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but Jackson did. Jackson knew exactly what it meant. He didn’t just want to have sex with me, he wanted me to have his baby. He wanted everything I had to offer, right to the core of my being, and he intended to collect.
He possessed me in a way I didn’t even know a man could possess a wo
man. I was like putty in his hands. He saw me, he knew what he wanted, and I gave it to him without an ounce of resistance. That’s real power.
Right from the beginning, he knew what he wanted, and he went after it with a singleminded devotion that I’d never even known was possible. So many times, he could have given up. He could have gone for another woman. But that wasn’t in his nature. He chose me, and he moved heaven and earth to have me.
I loved him for that.
And now that he was back, he treated me like a queen. I’d never have guessed a guy like him could be so kind, and compassionate, and caring. It was like he read my mind. He knew what I wanted or needed before I did. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. He’d always exceeded my expectations in every single way. Now he was living with me, buying me gifts, cooking me fancy meals, helping me with my business, and with parenting Sam.
He’d even built us a house. Or renovated it beyond recognition. It was a hacienda, a palace. It was more than I ever dreamed I deserved.
And tonight was the night I’d be sleeping in it for the first time. We’d come such a long way. From a motel room on a dusty highway outside of Reno, to our own beautiful villa surrounded by Jackson’s father’s vineyard.
I trembled when I thought of the sexual things Jackson would do to me in our new bedroom. It was our wedding night after all. Jackson was insatiable, and he was growing more passionate with every night we spent together.
And if he treated me like a queen, he treated Sam like a treasure.
Back at that motel twelve years ago, I’d asked Jackson if he was a good man.
He told me he wasn’t. He said he was bad to the bone. He said I’d regret ever meeting him.
At the time, I believed him. For years I believed him. He looked bad. He was scarred, tattooed, he rode a motorcycle and carried a gun. He fucked me, made me pregnant, and then disappeared. I thought he’d abandoned me. I thought he’d died. I thought I’d never set eyes on him again.
But I was wrong. The fact of the matter was that Jackson was the very best man I possibly could have run into in that moment of desperation, and he was the only man who could do the things that needed to be done. He showed me what it meant to be a man, and also what it meant to be a woman who was loved and cherished.
He was my protector, my lover, and the daddy to my child.
And he had my heart.
He’d always had my heart. Even that first night, when I was offering him sex in exchange for protection. Even when he’d run into me at the Los Lobos bar in Reno and I’d been a bitch to him. Yes, even then, he’d grabbed my heart like it was a lifesaver and he was lost at sea. He’d held my heart so tight it never escaped. It never wanted to.
My heart belonged to him.
Our wedding was in the orchard behind the house he’d prepared for me and Sam, and yes, it was the happiest day of my life.
I was so proud of Sam for helping with the house. Sam had been starving for a father, and now that Jackson was back in his life, everything finally seemed to be making sense. He had friends. He was doing well at school. He was happy and confident.
All our friends were at the wedding, of course. Lacey, Grant, Forrester and Grady were our wedding party. Sam was the ring bearer.
The priest was an old Spanish man who’d known Jackson’s father. He’d been the priest at Jackson’s parent’s wedding.
When he asked Jackson if he took me to be his wife, I thought my heart would burst.
“I do,” Jackson said, tears falling down his cheeks. I knew he had so much love for me that our marriage would last forever. He’d killed for me. Not a lot of people can say that. Jackson looked at me the way I looked at Sam. Bullets wouldn’t stop that love.
Then the priest turned to me, and asked if I would take Jackson to be my husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I knew the answer better than I knew my own name.
“I do,” I said.
The priest smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”
Jackson grabbed me, and there was exactly the same passion in his arms as there had been the very first time he grabbed me at the motel. He kissed me like his life depended on it. I knew he’d kiss me that way till our dying day. He’d love me and Sam forever. And we’d love him forever.
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