I can tell Jo wants to argue, but she thinks better of it.
Exactly, how drunk is she?
***
When I have Jo safely back at my place and laying in bed, I bring her a large glass of water and some aspirin.
“Thank you, baby,” she says. I’m wondering if she’s still drunk because she’s never called me by a pet name before.
“How’s the wrist?” I ask.
“It’s okay. I didn’t even really feel it when it happened. I guess it was adrenaline.”
“Or tequila.” I wink.
“Thank you for coming to get me. You’re pretty great.”
“Jo, sweetheart, I’ll always take care of you. No matter what. But I need you to be a little more careful.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean maybe don’t do backflips off couches when you’re drunk.”
She looks utterly confused by my words.
“Jo, I want to spend my life with you. To do that, I need you not to take yourself out. You’re precious cargo to me.”
She mulls over my words, and her expression is impossible to read.
I add, “I’m not trying to control you. I just worry about you.”
“I’ve never had a guy worry about me like that,” she says.
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“Beau, I went skydiving once, and my boyfriend at the time didn’t even care that I didn’t tell him. He told me he was happy to get a night off with his boys.”
Hearing how other guys treated her makes my blood boil.
“Jo, you’re amazing. I love that you’re spontaneous and a little crazy. But maybe think a little before making decisions. Thinkwould this make Beau have heart palpitations?”
“Okay, I promise.”
I don’t know how serious she is, but I can tell she’s ready to change the subject when she says, “Now, how about I show you my appreciation for you being so great? Or rather, how about I show your cock?’
As much as I know we need to continue this conversation, I know now isn’t the time. She’s still drunk.
But soon enough, it’s going to have to happen.
Chapter forty-four
Bar Fights...and Regular Fights
Jo
Ah, there’s nothing better than working at Andre’s on a weekend.
Just kidding.
