I didn't thank bella315 in the last chapter, but here it goes. She helped me again, giving me some pointers, pointing out some errors and I am so grateful for the help. She will continue to help me (hopefully, lol) so if I don't mention her in every chapter, she most certainly beta read it and helped me out in the background. As a thank you I'd like to point out her story to you: Blackbird! Go read it, it has a wonderful start and I hope for more of Jon & Claire.
Chapter 28
It was two weeks before his wedding. Damn right, HIS WEDDING. Jons' head still spun when he just thought about it. Who would have guessed that he would marry the woman that spilled coffee all over him 3 ½ years ago? Well he surely didn't; not at first, but with every conversation they had he just knew it in his heart that it was her or no one else. And she made him work for this marriage as well. Not because she enjoyed being chased but because she had a shit load of insecurities she was beginning to leave behind her now, step by step.
He was in Vegas on his way to pick out a smoking for his wedding. Colby had pointed out a shop in town and he was just walking through the door.
The shop was empty, which was not a good sign in the marriage city of the world.
"Hello, come on in. I am Elena." A woman with dark features walked up to him and grabbed his hand before he could react.
"Ahhhh." She said and smiled. He looked around uncomfortable and pulled his hand away.
"I am looking for a smoking. I will marry in two weeks." "Yes, yes. You are Sam's Jon. Now the pieces fall into place."
"My fiancée was here as well?" "Yes, with a lovely friend. She was as reluctant as you are."
"Asshole," Jon mumbled. Surely Leighla had told Colby about the shop and Colby had sold him the idea of coming here as it were his own.
Sam had mentioned the owner and her weird glance into the future.
"Listen, I just want a smoking, no insight in my future."
Elena raised an eyebrow. "Very well. Just let me tell you that you should watch out for yourself in the coming month." When Jon looked angry she raised her hands. "Just saying. Come with me, I have the perfect smoking for you."
She gave him a simple black smoking and it fitted him perfectly.
"You have to stop putting thoughts in her head, you know?" he said when he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I don't do that, Jon. She and I have a connection I can't yet explain. I am not a gypsy on a fair pulling money out of your pocket. I see things, I am sorry if you don't believe that. And I am sorry that you will see more of me in the future."
"How? We marry only once!" Elena laughed softly. "As a friend, silly." Elena said and straightened the legs of the pants.
"She doesn't like the city, you know? Maybe you should think about a weekend house somewhere where it is quiet. She came here for you but Vegas is the last place on earth she wanted to end up in. However, she starts to embrace the city. But she needs a quiet place with air and a view."
"What are you saying?" Jon asked. "Well, you had that idea yourself and you should take the offer you have." "How do you? No one...damn it. Stop, you are creeping me out and that says something about you."
"Nothing good, I suppose. I will stop, Jon. The smoking fits you perfectly I don't need to change anything. Tell your wife her dress is ready tomorrow."
"When you hurt her..." "I don't intend to hurt her, Jon. I promise."
That gypsy lady was weird, always talking in fucking riddles. And she would become friends with Sam? Damn it. And how could she know about the offer he had? A house at Lake Tahoe. Quiet. Peaceful. A friend had offered to sell it to him and he was thinking about buying it for Sam as a getaway place. He didn't give a damn about trees, and the lake and the animals but she would. So damn it, he pulled out his phone, finalizing the deal.