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Jackson had his brother back safely, and he was in love with the love of his life. If all worked out, in a few weeks, he’d have custody of Dylan. Judge Fields, to everyone’s shock, had been arrested for his involvement in Blaine’s wicked plot.
And then there was Mia’s job. As soon as the truth had emerged, the school board had quickly reinstated Mia. Jackson had taken her to dinner to celebrate. He still couldn’t believe she was back in his life.
Turning, Jackson looked at the photo on his nightstand. Carol had taken it a couple of weeks ago. He and Mia were sitting on the porch swing, quietly talking, and she’d snuck up and snapped it. It was his favorite. He and Mia gazed at each other, love written all over their faces.
Someday, he hoped to marry her and start a family with her. He wasn’t sure if that would cause any friction with Dylan yet. So far, he seemed pretty cool with everything.
His phone dinged again.
Mia
Have a great time.
She’d added a heart emoji at the end.
He was glad no one could see him grinning like an idiot. He wasn’t embarrassed though. Nope. He was blessed.
Jackson
We will. I’ll call you when I get back on Sunday.
Jackson shoved his phone into his pocket, grabbed his bag and keys, and headed out to his truck. He was right on schedule. Hopefully Dylan would be ready when he arrived.
Dylan liked his new foster parents. Jackson was glad for that. Still, he felt bad for Cynthia. After her husband’s arrest, she could no longer take in foster children. Jackson didn’t blame her for what had happened, but at the same time, if she hadn’t ignored so many signs, Dylan and Reggie might have never been taken. That’s what he’d struggled to forgive. But he was praying for the grace to do so every day.
He’d already been warned that both he and Dylan might have to testify at the trials. Jackson wasn’t looking forward to that, but if it kept those men and their evil off the street, he’d do it, no problem.
Once in his truck, he dialed Mia.
“Jackson! I wasn’t sure if you’d have time to call me before the big weekend or not.”
“I always have time for you.”
“Aww. That’s sweet.”
He chuckled. “I try.”
“Oh! Hey, I’m glad you called. I have news. My mom’s selling her house. Since she hadn’t officially divorced Blaine yet, everything went to her.”
Made sense. “I’m not surprised. I can’t imagine her wanting to live there anymore.”
“She won’t. No good memories. She offered to sell it to me. That was a hard no.”
“It’s got a solid structure.”
“Yes. But I’d feel like I was still living in Blaine’s shadow. No, thank you.”
He didn’t blame her.
“Hey, Mia.” He pulled up in front of the house. Dylan was waiting at the door. “I need to go. I’ve arrived, and my brother is bouncing at the door.”
She chuckled in his ear. “Excited, is he? All right, I’ll see you soon. I’ll pray for you guys to stay safe.”
“I appreciate it.” He never tired of hearing that she was praying. Sharing his faith with her had made their relationship so much stronger and deeper. It had also made his own faith flourish in ways he’d never expected.
She hung up.
“I love you.” He wished he could find a way to say it to her personally. He’d told her he had fallen for her, but he hadn’t said those exact words yet. It had only been a couple of months. He had time. No need to rush.
