help but hope that was a good sign. If his mate totally hated him, the man would have just shot him down at once.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Aiden nodded. "You can call, but I can't guarantee I won't hang up on you or that you'll be successful in your endeavour."
It wasn't a resounding 'yes' but it wasn't a 'no' either. Jackson would take whatever he could get from his mate. "Thank you."
Aiden nodded and then walked out of his office. Jackson watched his mate leave with a heavy heart but resolved he would do what he could to fix his past wrongs.
That didn't mean he had a clue where to begin though.
Two days later Jackson sat in his living room, staring at his phone, still fretting. He had programed Aiden's numbers into it from the information in the file. Jackson had been tossing back and forth for the last two days on when he should call his mate. He didn't want to seem too eager and scare the man away, but he didn't want to leave it too long either. Now he'd met his mate, he needed to talk to him, see him, and touch him again—even though he knew the last thought was still a ways away.
The week between their first meeting and the phone call and subsequent meeting two days before had felt like utter hell for Jackson. Every day he would pull up the man's information on his phone and hover his thumb over the connect button. He knew, though, that he had needed to give Aiden time, otherwise he would never have gotten the opportunity to see him again.
Looking at his watch again for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes, he realised if he didn't get his ass into gear he would be late for his first appointment of the night. Deciding to start small, he sent a text instead of calling.
Just wanted to drop you a line and say HI. Hope you had a good day at work today.
Jackson reread the message again and again. It didn't say everything he wanted it to but he also didn't think Aiden would appreciate getting a message that did. Hopefully this was a good enough start. As much as he wanted to hear his mate's voice, he really didn't want to take the chance the man would hang up on him again.
Jackson shoved his phone in his pocket and got up. He grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the door, making sure it was locked behind him. Everything else he needed was in the car already. He never took his kit from his car; you just never knew when you would need it. Jackson got in his twin cab midnight blue Mitsubishi Triton utility and drove to the cemetery.
His first appointment arrived five minutes after he did and left satisfied less than a half an hour later. Jackson could feel the slight strain the activity left on his body but knew he would be okay for the other two appointments he had that night, grateful they were usually booked with a large gap in the middle so he could recharge his batteries.
Jackson trudged back to his truck to wait for his next client when his phone beeped. He pulled it out and checked the display only to let out a loud 'whoop!' in the middle of the silent night. Aiden had replied to his text. Jackson raced to his vehicle, dropped the tailgate like he did every night and sat in the bed. He quickly opened his messages.
Hi back. :) Work was work.
That was the entire message he got in reply. Jackson was a little disappointed but he really couldn't expect the man to start waxing poetic after a couple of days.
Thanks for replying, I was worried you weren't going to.
Jackson hit the send button before he could think better of it. He sat impatiently, bouncing his leg and staring at his phone until another message came through.
Got to admit I almost didn't. What you doing?
Jackson was happy and sad all at the same time. He really hated that he'd hurt his mate so much when they were teenagers. He would do anything to make things right between them now. The fact that Aiden had opened conversation up by asking him a question was good though.
I'm glad you did. I'm currently sitting in the
Finally, after what felt like forever, Aiden nodded. "You can call, but I can't guarantee I won't hang up on you or that you'll be successful in your endeavour."
It wasn't a resounding 'yes' but it wasn't a 'no' either. Jackson would take whatever he could get from his mate. "Thank you."
Aiden nodded and then walked out of his office. Jackson watched his mate leave with a heavy heart but resolved he would do what he could to fix his past wrongs.
That didn't mean he had a clue where to begin though.
Two days later Jackson sat in his living room, staring at his phone, still fretting. He had programed Aiden's numbers into it from the information in the file. Jackson had been tossing back and forth for the last two days on when he should call his mate. He didn't want to seem too eager and scare the man away, but he didn't want to leave it too long either. Now he'd met his mate, he needed to talk to him, see him, and touch him again—even though he knew the last thought was still a ways away.
The week between their first meeting and the phone call and subsequent meeting two days before had felt like utter hell for Jackson. Every day he would pull up the man's information on his phone and hover his thumb over the connect button. He knew, though, that he had needed to give Aiden time, otherwise he would never have gotten the opportunity to see him again.
Looking at his watch again for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes, he realised if he didn't get his ass into gear he would be late for his first appointment of the night. Deciding to start small, he sent a text instead of calling.
Just wanted to drop you a line and say HI. Hope you had a good day at work today.
Jackson reread the message again and again. It didn't say everything he wanted it to but he also didn't think Aiden would appreciate getting a message that did. Hopefully this was a good enough start. As much as he wanted to hear his mate's voice, he really didn't want to take the chance the man would hang up on him again.
Jackson shoved his phone in his pocket and got up. He grabbed his keys and wallet and headed out the door, making sure it was locked behind him. Everything else he needed was in the car already. He never took his kit from his car; you just never knew when you would need it. Jackson got in his twin cab midnight blue Mitsubishi Triton utility and drove to the cemetery.
His first appointment arrived five minutes after he did and left satisfied less than a half an hour later. Jackson could feel the slight strain the activity left on his body but knew he would be okay for the other two appointments he had that night, grateful they were usually booked with a large gap in the middle so he could recharge his batteries.
Jackson trudged back to his truck to wait for his next client when his phone beeped. He pulled it out and checked the display only to let out a loud 'whoop!' in the middle of the silent night. Aiden had replied to his text. Jackson raced to his vehicle, dropped the tailgate like he did every night and sat in the bed. He quickly opened his messages.
Hi back. :) Work was work.
That was the entire message he got in reply. Jackson was a little disappointed but he really couldn't expect the man to start waxing poetic after a couple of days.
Thanks for replying, I was worried you weren't going to.
Jackson hit the send button before he could think better of it. He sat impatiently, bouncing his leg and staring at his phone until another message came through.
Got to admit I almost didn't. What you doing?
Jackson was happy and sad all at the same time. He really hated that he'd hurt his mate so much when they were teenagers. He would do anything to make things right between them now. The fact that Aiden had opened conversation up by asking him a question was good though.
I'm glad you did. I'm currently sitting in the
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