Stand By Me by Cora Blu

and it's more than probable it's lies or even a set up? At this point they equal the same for me--Jonathan's in jail. I'm gonna make some calls to see if she's contacted anyone back home, and maybe they're waiting for her at the airport, here or in the States.” Jamie released her hand giving her a sideways glance. Open suspicion oddly warmed her heart, it was the sign he viewed her as family. Reclining along his arm, she tried to look non-plussed as Brian looked on. “Did you notice Brian's jaw when his henchman came to the door? He doesn't believe Morgan's sick. Probably has one of his goons following her right now going home to get in the bed, to report back what she had to eat.” Kenya twisted her ring on her finger, searched the faces at the table, and realized she wasn't the only one.
    Jamie spoke close to her face as they left the conference room, “I have to use one of the open offices to make a few calls. You're about to call Jonathan?” he questioned but it was clear he already knew her plans. Did her excited grin give her away? Or her nipples poking her blouse? He was a Blakemore so he knew the unsettling influence they had on women.
    “Yes,” she replied, thinking she had another plan.
    Jamie offered pointing down the hall, “Make it in one of the call rooms.”
    “Oh I'd love the privacy, but if Brian is up to no good, I need to watch the parking lot when he leaves. He could toss a Molotov cocktail through the window because it started to rain...anything. He's not the most stable of men. I'll call Jonathan from my cell here in the lobby where I can watch them leave.”
    Jamie cursed under his breath. “Yer right,” he said pivoting around scanning the corridor and out through the windows overlooking the parking lot. “Stay out of sight over there along the wall,” he warned indicating the wall full of certificates. “I’ll make me calls from the other side of the reception desk where I can see the road as well. Sophie and Gretchen are with the attorney in his office.”
    She glanced at her watch, “Alright. I have to call the prison. Hines set it up for me to call this first time as we didn’t know when the meeting would end.” Jamie kissed her face and walked off.
    “Stay out of sight,” he warned then disappeared down on the other end of the hall.He was so much like her Jonathan, protective.
    Her butt started to grow numb sitting so much. She set her feet on the floor between the footrests after Jamie rolled her wheelchair out to the lobby. Standing she propped her shoulder along the wall beside the picture window, then crossed her ankles waiting to hear the warden pick up the line on the other end.
    “Mo Ru'n, how's my beautiful wife and bairn?” his graveled deep brogue made her panties wet, instantly, and she had to give her body a second to enjoy the caress his voice sent over her skin, thick and warm. “Kenya…Mo Ru’n…”
    Flush with excitement, her words jammed in her throat at the sound of his voice. Sniffing, trembling burrowing her face in the crook of her elbow, Kenya wiped away the tears. It was all she could accomplish under the pure, raw joy of hearing the dark deep timbre she loved. He was safe. No slurred words from swollen lips where he’d been fighting other inmates.
    “As long as I can hear yer voice, it does nae matter if yer crying, Mo Ru’n,” his brogue wrapped around her heart warm and snuggly.
    Nodding her head, she coaxed the words past her lips through the wrenching hole caused from not hearing his voice for so long, placed in her heart to finally talk to him, she didn't recognize her calm voice when it eventually surfaced. “Hi, it's so good to hear your voice, Jonathan,” she turned composing herself while watching Brian's men at the end of the hall huddled in conversation. Turning back hearing Jonathan’s voice, she faced the wall like a teenager whispering to her first boyfriend.
    “There it is,” he said huskily, “but ye sound so serious, Mo