“I met someone, Hen.”
He better fucking not have. He has me, and I’m not planning on going anywhere.
“His name’s Marshall.”
Oh. That’s all right, then.
“And I love him, Hen.”
Oh….
I felt my hand move and the slightest pressure on my palm.
And moisture… why was there moisture?
“Why won’t you wake up, baby? Please wake up….”
I’m trying, Daniel. God help me, I’m trying.
I love you too.
“Why does the nameplate thingy say Sparkle Marshall’s last name is Porter?”
Because that’s my married name, Rosey. Daniel just jumped the gun a little. I still want my proposal, damn it.
“… quiet so he can sleep, okay?”
Yes. I like Jackson. He has thebestideas.
“It’s okay. I’m awake.”
Well, shit.
“Like I was hit by a tanker.”
Welcome to the club, buddy, although you do sound like crap.
You should have kept sleeping, Daniel.
“You gave him your last name.”
A fluttering pressure at my wrist.
“I did.”
“Can I ask why?”
Oh, silly Jackson. You know why.
He’s mine now.
“Are you sure? Marshall mentioned yesterday that he wanted to stay in Rockdale for a while, but with what happened this morning….”
Why did Daniel sound unsure? Of course I was staying in Rockdale.
There was no way a little twister would separate us.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
