Author's Note: A new story that refused to leave me alone until I wrote it. The summary and title may be changed eventually, or I might leave it. I don't know anymore. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm not getting paid off of this at all.
Lindsay dried her eyes before leaving the restroom. Once again Jesse had to stay back for business, he sounded apologetic but it didn't make it hurt any less. It had been another lonely week, she wanted to see her fiancé but he had gotten tied up in meetings again. Lindsay walked out of the bathroom and headed over to the table where Samantha was sitting.
"Something wrong?" Samantha asked.
"No.. it's nothing."
"It's Jesse, isn't it?" Samantha smirked and raised the glass of wine to her lips, "My little brother can't get his head out of his ass long enough to pay attention to his girlfriend."
"He pays attention-"
"He's always at work, and even when he comes home he's working. I don't want to see you guys split ways because he's a workaholic." Lindsay nodded her head and played over the food on her plate. Moving the vegetables across the plate towards the meat and looked up to see Samantha frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"You need someone…"
"Someone like who? I have Jesse and my dad and…"
"Look, he's a good guy he just got mixed up in some funny business. I was going to write him myself but you need a pen pal more than me." Samantha dug through her purse and pulled out a slip of paper with an address on it.
"This is the state Prison…"
"Yes."
"He's in jail? You're setting me up with a prison pen pal, no thanks Sam." Lindsay slid the paper back over to her but Samantha stopped her hand and pushed it back.
"He's a good guy, I promised I would write him but I haven't had any time. You know I wouldn't lead you astray, right?" Samantha looked up at her with shimmering blue eyes and Lindsay nodded her head, she placed the address in her purse and continued to eat dinner.
Lindsay agonized over the first letter. There had been several drafts before she perfected it, she didn't want to sound too professional but she didn't want to sound too personal either. Samantha told her that his name was Damon Larkin, she hadn't explained why he was in prison but said that he wasn't crazy or dangerous. Since moving to California with Jesse she had lost contact with some friends but her father was here, however he was busy with work and Jesse and Sam were the closest thing to family she had.
It was a full week before a letter came back. Jesse had come back from his run with the mail in his hand and handed her the letter.
"A letter from your boyfriend?" He said jokingly.
"No, of course not, silly." Lindsay said and tucked the letter into the kitchen drawer. She knew she wasn't doing anything wrong but she was sure Jesse would want to know who it was from, and if it was a client. Later that night when they were asleep in bed all she could think about was the letter, she wanted to know if he would accept her letters or if he wanted nothing to do with it. She slipped out of bed and crept into the kitchen and opened the drawer.
Dear Ms. Dwyer,
I appreciate your letter. It is nice to actually receive mail. Yes, Samantha is a close personal friend of mine. We've worked together in the past and have only grown closer. If at any time these letters become too personal or you're uncomfortable writing me you can just stop. I would hate to offend you.
I guess I should tell you some things about myself. I'm twenty seven, I was stationed overseas before returning to America. I worked at a paper company before being incarcerated. My life was pretty dull up until that point. I lived in Washginton D.C. with my fiance until we broke up, and led a relatively easy life. If you would like to know specifically why I'm here then I can put it in my next letter, if there is a next letter.
Samantha has spoken to me about you before, I hope that isn't too forward. She told me you were smart and a lawyer. There's no better career right now, there's lots of criminals inside and outside of prison. You should never have a shortage of clients. I won't take up too much of your time with my rambling. Thank you for your time, Lindsay.
D.L.
Lindsay read the letter over again and again. She tried to hide the smile, Jesse would be leaving in the morning for a trip to Dallas with some of the lower level tech workers and business execs. Work had been more than dull lately and this letter had been a ray of sunshine in her rather bleak existence. She wondered if that was good or bad?
"You coming back to bed, babe?" Jesse called out from their bedroom.
"I'll be right there."
