Catch Me If You Can
He watches Rachel walk past, mere minutes now before her big moment. Their moment. She doesn’t spot him in the crowd, but he is transfixed. For what seems the hundredth time in their still-new relationship, he feels the tightening at the back of his throat at the mere sight of her. Even at his age, his wavy hair reduced to gray stubble, he squares his shoulders and stands a little straighter in unconscious response to her lithe grace, her shining, impossible youth. He can scarcely believe Rachel is his, yet there she walks, dressed in the gold that he picked out for her, exquisite in the afternoon sun.
Jess Stonestreet Jackson is not a man who casually reveals his heart. Even those closest to him—especially those ...