Page 46 of My Fiancé's Brother
“Wait,” I said, as Jackson moved to start sweeping. “I want to save the plant.”
“I don’t know if that plant is going to survive the fall,” Ben offered his advice. “It looks pretty toast to me.”
Annoyance flashed through me. “We can save it.”
I picked it up with both hands and then I looked around. “Now what?”
I glanced up at Jackson’s bemused expression. “You want to save that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re different. You know that?”
I lifted my chin. “Can you use your stupid army skills to help me or what?”
A gorgeous smile broke out on his face, and the party faded away from around us. “I think my stupid skills might come in handy.”
“You're in charge.”
While I cradled the plant at the counter in the kitchen, Jackson rooted through the cupboards looking for a dish. I looked over my shoulder. “That dish.”
He looked at the silver bowl in his hand. “I was looking for Tupperware.”
I frowned. “Oh no. This plant can’t do Tupperware.”
He brought the bowl over. “Are you sure? This looks a bit fancy.”
“It’s perfect,” I said, a smile on my face. “My granny bought it for me.”
He set it down. “Do you have potting soil?”
“I do actually. In the pantry.”
I watched as he poured soil into the bowl, and then I repotted the plant into the sterling silver bowl. Jackson watched as I watered it and then we both stood there looking at the droopy plant.
Julie came over. “What are you guys doing?”
“Someone dumped a plant. We just repotted it.”
She peered over my shoulder. “You did not.”
I knew the moment she spoke what she was getting at. I attempted to change the subject. “Julie, you want some more wine?”
“That bowl is from fucking Tiffany’s. That’s the Monteith bowl.”
“Ha,” I lied. “Not true. I think I got this at a garage sale.”
Jackson’s eyes met mine.
“Bullshit,” Julie sounded indignant. “I know Tiffany. You can’t plant that crappy weed in a bowl worth over four thousand dollars. That’s sacrilege.”
I took a deep breath and then picked up the bowl. “This isn’t a crappy weed. This is a friendship plant and I can plant it in whatever bowl I want.”
“Must be nice to throw around your money for everyone to see.”
“The only reason why this bowl has value is that it was a gift from my granny,” my face burned.
“Easy for you to say,” her voice was like a whip.
