The car door opens, and Jimmy gets out, grinning at us like the Cheshire Cat. He gestures to the car. “I’ve got wheels! Oh, and a job.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Congrats.”
He hurries over to me, picks me up, spins me around, puts me down and, ignoring my hot face, kisses me. “Which means I can visit you.” He glances past me at Tony. “If that’s allowed.”
Tony shrugs. “I’m his boss, not his father. What he does in his spare time is up to him. Just keep it down.”
I want to crawl into a hole.
Jimmy snort-laughs. “Don’t worry, we will, Angus’s Dad.”
Tony glowers. “I have a name.”
“Yes: Angus’s Dad.” Jimmy gives him a cheeky smile.
Tony wanders off, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.
Jimmy glances around. “I guess Angus isn’t here?”
“Nope. Sorry.”
“Eh, it’s okay. You’re here, which is what matters most.”
My face gets even hotter. “You’ve got a job?”
“Yes. At a swanky gym. It’s minimum wage, but I get to use the facilities for free, and I can give out two guest passes every month.” He puts his hands on my hips. “Fancy living it up in a spa?”
“Sounds nice.”
“I figured I should get some transport, as it’s not easy to get to by bus. Now that I’ll have a regular income, I can also start looking for somewhere more permanent to live.”
“That’s great. I’m so happy for you.” I clasp my hands at the back of his neck and kiss him. “Everything’s falling into place.”
“Yeah, it is. Maybe I could get a better job after getting my results, but working in a gym suits me.”
I nod.
“I want to help people with their fitness goals.”
“You’ll be awesome at it.”
Jimmy grins. “Fingers crossed.”
“You don’t need luck. You're knowledgeable, and you’re friendly and approachable. The gym members will love working with you. I might get jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Yeah, they’ll get to see you in shorts and a tight T-shirt every day.”
Jimmy chuckles. “Who says that’s the uniform?”
“Am I wrong?”
“I can choose between shorts or jogging bottoms, and I can wear a hoodie if it’s chilly.” He pulls me closer. “But you can see me in shorts and a tight T-shirt whenever you want. Or less.”
I hum. “Less is better.”
He glances at the farmhouse. “So… we’re allowed to hang out here, but would you be comfortable?”
