quickly to make it to the side of the road. Let’s just say, the turn made it so that every part of that bench seat needed attention.”
“Wow, poor seat. Poor car. Hell, poor Marc!” Mike said lightly as they finally made it to the front of the line. Allie ordered her beer then turned to him, allowing him to place his order, too, a smile still on her face. He wondered if she even realized that she was openly talking about her late husband, much less with a smile on her face. He did know that if this was the real Allie, he wanted more.
ALLIE couldn’t remember the last time she’d had fun with just the guys. Usually it took Gillian as referee to keep her and Logan or Jason from bickering. She missed having Gillian there, even though she was a little irritated at her lack of information earlier today. The sly way she “forgot” to mention that Mike and Zane were going, too, was forgiven since she’d had a good time. She wasn’t sure why tonight was so different, but she could venture to guess it was because she wasn’t being such a bitch to Mike. It also helped that she was with everyone else, too.
They were making their way to the truck when she pulled out her phone to send a message to Gillian, but found one instead.
Gillian: So are you not speaking to me? Figured you would’ve bitched me out by now. Just remember … you love me. =)
Smiling, she sent a reply.
Allie: Yes, you know I do. Which is why you manage to get away with stunts like that.
It only took a few moments to get a response; honestly, all Gillian could be doing right now was sitting and elevating her legs.
Gillian: Hello pot, this is kettle … you’re black!
Allie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, LOL
Gillian: Have a good time?
Allie: Strangely, yes. =) Tell Jake thanks again for the tickets.
Gillian: Well, you are one of our favorite people … and Jake says you’re welcome.
Allie: Get some rest, and call me if there are any fireworks. Or better yet, a water show!
Gillian: Very funny. Kiss my son goodnight for me. Muah!
Allie: Good night my awkwardly pear-shaped friend.
Slipping her phone back in her bag, she moved around Jason and Logan to slide alongside Jonathan. She couldn’t throw her arm across his shoulders any longer since he had a few inches on her. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm to slip underneath it and put her arm around his waist. When Jonathan looked down at her, she kissed him on the cheek and said, “That’s from Mom. She says goodnight.”
Jonatha n gave her a sweet smile and asked, “Is she resting?”
“Of course. Do you think Jake would let her do anything else?” she replied. Knowing exactly how true that was, she was happy when Jonathan agreed, nodding his head, his arm still across her shoulders. They walked in silence among the crowds of people that had exited the stadium and were filling up the streets of downtown San Diego.
She remembered the story she told Mike about Jonathan, and she smiled again. Giving her nephew a nudge with her shoulder to get his attention, she said, “Do you remember that game we went to where you threw up in the back of Uncle Marc’s car?”
He groaned before letting out a laugh. “Ugh, how could I forget? Uncle Marc made me help him clean it! He had to pop out both the back and bottom of the bench so he could clean underneath it. I was scarred for life.”
“How do you think he felt? That car was his baby. He was torn between wanting to be mad at you and not wanting you to hate him.” Allie laughed at the memory of Marc whining. He was devastated that his car and been defiled, but he really loved Jonathan and didn’t want to be thought of as anything other than the “cool uncle.”
“Ha! He had just let me have everything I asked him for at that game, then I threw up in his car. I was so afraid he’d be mad at me and not take me to another game.”
“Little did you know that you had that giant man wrapped around your little finger.” She shook her
“Wow, poor seat. Poor car. Hell, poor Marc!” Mike said lightly as they finally made it to the front of the line. Allie ordered her beer then turned to him, allowing him to place his order, too, a smile still on her face. He wondered if she even realized that she was openly talking about her late husband, much less with a smile on her face. He did know that if this was the real Allie, he wanted more.
ALLIE couldn’t remember the last time she’d had fun with just the guys. Usually it took Gillian as referee to keep her and Logan or Jason from bickering. She missed having Gillian there, even though she was a little irritated at her lack of information earlier today. The sly way she “forgot” to mention that Mike and Zane were going, too, was forgiven since she’d had a good time. She wasn’t sure why tonight was so different, but she could venture to guess it was because she wasn’t being such a bitch to Mike. It also helped that she was with everyone else, too.
They were making their way to the truck when she pulled out her phone to send a message to Gillian, but found one instead.
Gillian: So are you not speaking to me? Figured you would’ve bitched me out by now. Just remember … you love me. =)
Smiling, she sent a reply.
Allie: Yes, you know I do. Which is why you manage to get away with stunts like that.
It only took a few moments to get a response; honestly, all Gillian could be doing right now was sitting and elevating her legs.
Gillian: Hello pot, this is kettle … you’re black!
Allie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, LOL
Gillian: Have a good time?
Allie: Strangely, yes. =) Tell Jake thanks again for the tickets.
Gillian: Well, you are one of our favorite people … and Jake says you’re welcome.
Allie: Get some rest, and call me if there are any fireworks. Or better yet, a water show!
Gillian: Very funny. Kiss my son goodnight for me. Muah!
Allie: Good night my awkwardly pear-shaped friend.
Slipping her phone back in her bag, she moved around Jason and Logan to slide alongside Jonathan. She couldn’t throw her arm across his shoulders any longer since he had a few inches on her. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm to slip underneath it and put her arm around his waist. When Jonathan looked down at her, she kissed him on the cheek and said, “That’s from Mom. She says goodnight.”
Jonatha n gave her a sweet smile and asked, “Is she resting?”
“Of course. Do you think Jake would let her do anything else?” she replied. Knowing exactly how true that was, she was happy when Jonathan agreed, nodding his head, his arm still across her shoulders. They walked in silence among the crowds of people that had exited the stadium and were filling up the streets of downtown San Diego.
She remembered the story she told Mike about Jonathan, and she smiled again. Giving her nephew a nudge with her shoulder to get his attention, she said, “Do you remember that game we went to where you threw up in the back of Uncle Marc’s car?”
He groaned before letting out a laugh. “Ugh, how could I forget? Uncle Marc made me help him clean it! He had to pop out both the back and bottom of the bench so he could clean underneath it. I was scarred for life.”
“How do you think he felt? That car was his baby. He was torn between wanting to be mad at you and not wanting you to hate him.” Allie laughed at the memory of Marc whining. He was devastated that his car and been defiled, but he really loved Jonathan and didn’t want to be thought of as anything other than the “cool uncle.”
“Ha! He had just let me have everything I asked him for at that game, then I threw up in his car. I was so afraid he’d be mad at me and not take me to another game.”
“Little did you know that you had that giant man wrapped around your little finger.” She shook her
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