Page 117 of Convincing Caroline
“Yes, then we’ll shower. I saw lots of nozzles and a good-sized bench. Shall we give it a whirl?”
Her eyes glimmered in anticipation. “I’ll get the snack,” she said, turning into the bedroom and out the door. He watched her ass, admiring the lovely view.
Jameson stepped farther onto the balcony, feeling the breeze. It seemed to beckon to him. He grabbed his phone to check the time. He didn’t want them to run late for their family dinner. Victoria arranged a three-week stay at Ivan’s compound in Russia. He saw pictures of the place, but it didn’t do it justice. It appeared like a castle, the perfect place for them to rest and unwind without the pressures of the world.
He placed his hands on the balcony railing, hardly believing how much his life changed in a few short months. He carried the Bates name with pride, thinking of Thomas and wondering what his father-in-law might think of Jameson passing it down.
A breeze picked up, blowing directly in his face as if Thomas answered him.
“Don’t worry, Thomas. I’ll love her for both of us, and I’ll watch over her every day of my life,” he vowed.
The breeze seemed to swirl around him as if it agreed.
His phone rang in his hand, and he glanced down to see his best friend calling him.
“Can’t a man enjoy his first day back in peace?” he playfully growled.
“We postponed the party for another hour. Rebecca told us about the house. Congratulations, brother. Or should I say, Angel?” Garrett chuckled.
“Damn it, Grizzly, don’t start that shit with me. My call sign isn’t Angel,” he swore.
“I already suggested it to Rebecca and Julio. We took a vote since you seemed eager to leave on your honeymoon. We all agreed it fits you.”
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” he groaned out, unable to stay mad at his friend. “We’ll see you… soon.”
Garrett guffawed. “Take your time. After all, we’re practically neighbors.”
“Don’t remind me,” Jameson said, laughing as he hung up the phone.
“Who called?” Caroline asked as she wrapped her arms about his waist.
“It seems the team voted and gave me a new call sign. You actually gave it to me. They’re calling me, Angel.”
Caroline giggled and gazed up at him. “You’ll always be my guardian angel. I like it.”
“I bet you do,” he said, stroking her backside. “Give me a second?”
Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him thoroughly. When she pulled back, her eyes darkened with desire. “Hurry.”
Jameson smiled, watching her sashay her way inside. Convincing Caroline was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, and he reaped the biggest reward. He recalled getting shot and the images of his future flashing in his mind. Hejolted at the memory of seeing this house in one of them. His mind recounted the other flashes. Jameson envisioned Caroline, heavily pregnant with his child, standing behind her, his hand on her belly. The impression appeared so vivid, he wanted it more than anything.
“Jameson?” Caroline called.
He closed his eyes and took a breath, thankful for the woman waiting for him in the other room. The grin slid across his face. He walked back inside, determined to convince Caroline that someone was waiting to meet them. One with honey blonde hair and blue eyes like her mama. Then a little boy, a replica of himself. Peace floated over him as he walked toward his future as Jameson Bates.
