Justifying Jack (The Wounded Warriors Book 2) by Beaudelaire Simone & Northup J.M

Author:Beaudelaire, Simone & Northup, J.M. [Beaudelaire, Simone]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2015-05-25T07:00:00+00:00

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“Hey, Mom… Dad,” Jack's voice carried through the house, alerting his parents of his arrival.

“Jack!” Shonda met Malcolm's eyes with expectation, flushed with excitement. She dashed from the kitchen where they were hand-washing their dishes together, saying, “Your father told me about Marithé. How'd it go? What did she say?”

“Hey, son,” Malcolm greeted Jack as he followed behind Shonda. Aw, crap! He doesn't look so great.

Flopping down on the sofa, Jack shook his head.

Oh, God, no! Malcom prayed. Please, he's lost so much already.

Distressed, Shonda demanded to know, “What does that mean?”

“Did she reject you?” Malcolm was genuinely surprised at the notion, but he feared the worst. Ugh! That sounded harsher than I intended it to be. Why do I always sound so gruff with Jack?

“Of course not!” Shonda snapped the dish towel she was carrying towards her husband. “No woman in her right mind would reject our Jack.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Stop, please.” Yes, please! Malcolm couldn't help rolling his eyes too.

Shonda sat down on the coffee table in front of her son, worry pulling her features tight. “Tell us what happened.”

“Nothing,” Jack threw his hands wide, letting them drop limply on the couch to either side of him with a resounding thud.

“You didn't tell her?” Malcolm surmised, his intuition sharper than Shonda's hope. This isn't good.

“No, I didn't tell her,” Jack confirmed sadly.

“What? Why not?” Shonda couldn't hide her disappointment. Woman, stop! Let's not make this harder for him than it apparently already is. Jack shook his head in annoyance.

“I couldn't,” Jack looked away and Malcolm knew he was unable to bear his mother's sad expression any longer.

“Jack -” Malcolm placed a hand on his wife's shoulder to halt her from continuing with her train of thought. She glanced towards him and he shook his head, silently asking her to stifle additional comments.

Jack took a deep, ragged breath and then said, “She's not ready.”

“She's not ready for what?” Shonda demanded.

She just can't help herself, can she? God, give me strength… Please help me to say the right things, in the right way. “Shonda, let the boy speak.”

“Right,” Shonda was dismayed. “Sorry. Sorry, go on.”

Jack resumed his tale. “Well, I went over to her place, expecting to proclaim myself to her, but when I got there, I just knew it was the wrong time.”

“It's never the wrong time to tell a woman you love her!” Shonda insisted.

“Woman, please!” Malcolm scolded her. Giving Jack a chastened look, she waved at him, indicating he should continue, as she pursed her lips reluctantly. Acknowledging her deferment to her son, Malcolm said, “Thank you. Jack?”

“Trust me, it was the wrong time,” Jack reiterated firmly. “Elena was in the tub and Marithé was trying to help her get the shampoo out of her hair, but the phone kept ringing.”

“Well, that's what voice mail is for!” Shonda interjected. Both men gave her a stern expression, causing her to hold her hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

“She tried to let the calls go to voice mail, but the caller just kept phoning her.

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