My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 83

“If I’m dismissed, I don’t have anything to fall back on. The

accident… all of my savings were cleared out with court fees

and fines. I need this job. It pays the rent and buys our food…”

“You still have me!” he shouted.

Grace gasped. Jay never yelled. He was always calm. Even in

horrible situations-violent situations-he was not so volatile.

“I’ll earn money to take care of you,” he said more quietly. As if the outburst never happened. “Don’t give it another thought.”

Grace stared dazedly at the man before her. She believed

him. Even though he didn’t have a steady job and no home of his own, she trusted his word. Indeed, his words had given her an unprecedented sense of security.

Maybe she didn’t have to go it alone. Maybe she did have someone she could rely on.

“Make the call.” He brought the phone before her.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then took the phone and called her manager on-call at the Sanitation Center.

As the phone rang and she waited to be connected to her manager, she felt her blood pressure rise. She didn’t love this job, but she really didn’t want to lose it. She trusted that Jay could provide for them, but she didn’t want that responsibility

to fall to him.

“Hello, Mrs. Jacobson,” she said politely when her boss answered. Then she gave a summary of the accident, leaving out the whole “I was pushed by Zoe Stevens and bullied by my

new fiancee Lily

no. Or that she’d have to apply with the county or request additional approvals,

there were no extra hurdles. To her total surprise,

health and suggested she take

than a week if she needed to. Furthermore,

minimum wage and her

affected.

couldn’t believe it.

happened?” Jason

“She said yes.”

hand slipped around to massage her ankle.

in a

dark gaze cut to hers.

me to take more time.” Grace

“That particular manager has never been

toward me…”

injured. It’s

again and she felt tingles of goodness from her foot to

or massaged her like this? Sean

he wasn’t

of her foot, up her leg to all those other places, Grace felt her face

strong hands, those long fingers, tracing higher up her legs, to where they v-ed. And once her thoughts took that turn,

she hurriedly said. Ankles… who knew she had such sensitive ankles!?!

were still gripping her leg. “Let

wet.” At

move, Sister,” he

from the hospital. Maybe it was his touch, scent, his vow to take care of her.

Whatever the reason…

She wanted him.