They didn’t say much as they drove to their destination but somehow the silence was comfortable. Each one was busy with their own thoughts and Megan was surprised when Jon stopped.
“We’re here baby.”
A dark haired man approached the car and she saw Jon smile.
He slid out the seat and embraced the man.
“Hey Matt! Thanx for having us. I know you’re busy as hell.”
“Always place for family members, remember?”
Jon opened her door and she immediately saw the resemblance.
“Hello Matt.” A dainty hand was held in the air.
To her surprise he gallantly bowed, his lips warm on the back of her hand.
He smiled broadly as he looked at Jon over her shoulder.
“She sure is a beaut brother!”
“Told ya!”
“Ahem…I am actually standing right here, you know!” Her eyes twinkled mischievously as her gaze danced between the two men.
“Oh and a sass to match! Jon I think you’ve found your dream girl. Let me tell you sweetheart, he needs a woman with a strong hand, if you know what I mean? A few hearty slaps is all he needs now and again!”
“Hey! Asshole she is cheeky enough, you don’t need to make it any worse!”
He slid an arm around her shoulders, leaving a gaping Jon behind.
Jon reached the couple, they didn’t even notice him.
“Are you hitting on my girl, fucker?” The stern voice belied the smile on his handsome face.
“If I weren’t married I would have taken her in a heartbeat.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“I don’t have a say in all of this, do I?” She could help but giggle.
“Nope not at all.” Matt grinned, the grin turned to a full blown laughter as Jon flipped him the bird.
He led them to a table. A waiter immediately came closer.
“You two have a good time now. I’ll come and steal you for a dance later.” He tapped her chin gently with a long forefinger.
“Go and do your damn job!” Matt laughed as his brother punched him playfully on the arm.
He turned towards a smiling Megan.
“Shit I almost lost you to the Casanova!”
“He is quite charming, you know. If I’ve know that when I just met you…you would have been in trouble…”
“Seriously? Naaaw, don’t think so. You can’t resist my deadly charms.” He leaned forward and she felt the magnetic pull towards those full lips.
“I love myself any other volunteers, huh Jon?”
She felt herself drowning in those expressive aqua pools. His smile always managed to make her heart skip a beat. He was dangerously sexy tonight. The leather gave him that elusive edge, sexy, rough….untouchable, yet begging you to touch…. She could understand that he had millions of women screaming at his feet. He was pure sex on legs!
The wine was perfect and the meal superb, but nothing could compare to the man sitting opposite her. The conversation was light and Megan enjoyed her time with him immensely but it was soon to change.
“Megan, there is something important I need to talk to you about. I’m leaving tomorrow morning and I cant leave before this is solved.”
He approached her cautiously, his hands holding hers captive, his eyes begging her to hear him out.
“Please just listen, ok? You can answer me later.”
She nodded, her heart was pounding and it had nothing to do with his looks this time.
“We agreed that we will wait until Jaden is out of the hospital to tell him about me. I wont be here tomorrow, so I don’t know how you want to handle this. I don’t mind if you feel you want to tell him when I’m not here, maybe it will be for the best. Now Blaze is going for the op the day after tomorrow. I went back after I left you and I made some arrangements.”
“What arrangements?” her voice was unnaturally pitched.
“As soon as Blaze is ready to travel, they are going to bring him home. I already got the ball rolling for stables and camps on the premises. ”
“Why would you do that? Blaze’s home is here with me and Jaden! I cant afford to travel to Jersey every day!! I appreciate this Jon, but you should have discussed this with me before you did something like that.”
The next words, stole her breath. The determination in his eyes told her that he had made up his mind.
“You and Jaden are coming home with me, where you belong.”
“We are WHAT??!!!”
She jerked her hand from his, almost knocking the wine over. Her eyes were blazing.
“Megan, he is my son. He will stay under my roof. End of discussion.” His tone was cold.
“Who the fuck do you think you are Jon Bongiovi? Who gave you the right to decide where we live?”
“Megan calm down. You know who gave me the right? The day that baby started growing inside you. I have just as much right as you to have my son with me.”
“Damn you do! You think you can just walk into our lives after eight years and throw your weight around?” Sorry Jon that wont happen.”
“Not my fault that it took eight yours honey. Entirely your decision.”
Matt ended the discussion abruptly.
“Sooo you’re ready for that dance now? Oh shit, did I walk in at the wrong time?”
Megan jumped up.
“No! Not at all, perfect timing.”
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