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Authors: Heather C. Myers
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obviously Christian. I always find it's rather admirable for a child to pull away from what their parents instill on them and do their own research on the subject. If it brings them back to the original conclusion, so be it. But if not, you've chosen something for yourself."
"I take it your parents are more religious than you?" Gemma asked, slightly amused by this.
Dixon cocked a dry smile, his blue eyes rising up to the ceiling. "Yes they are," he told her. "As well as my sisters."
"You have sisters?" Gemma asked, a slight, wistful tone tainting her question.
"Two younger sisters," he said with a curt nod.
"That's amazing," Gemma said with a smile. "I would love to have had an older brother or sisters. I wouldn't care. I would just have loved to have some siblings. But my parents said they had only ever wanted one child and I was the lucky one."
It would appear as though Carlene's ears had been trained to pick up Gemma's sarcastic tone, especially when they were in houses of worship. She politely excused herself from the pastor until she reached her daughter, completely ignoring Dixon.
"You know, I shouldn't be surprised to hear your voice in that tone," Carlene whispered in a hushed tone. "You need to take this more seriously, Gems. This isn't just a joke. This is your life we're talking about."
"Mom," Gemma said flatly, looking at her mother with hooded eyes. "None of my friends are ever going to believe I would ever get married in a church. This isn't window shopping anymore. This is a wedding, and even though it's a fake one, it's still my fake wedding. I don't care what you say, but I'm not getting married here."
Without warning, Gemma spun on her heel and left the church. Carlene threw a helpless look at Dixon, who nodded at her before going after her. He managed to catch up with her in the parking lot. She didn't appear to be crying, but she seemed distressed, and Dixon could probably understand why.
"Where are you going, exactly?" Dixon asked, curiosity tainting his tone.
"I needed to get out of there as fast as possible," she said, tilting her head in the church's direction. "Do you want to come with me?"
Chapter 11
It was quite a switch of roles when Dixon grabbed Gemma's wrist and led her to his car. He opened the door for her, an act which had surprised her. And here she thought chivalry was dead. Maybe it was only alive in the south. She would have to go to go there one day… As she was buckling her seatbelt, Dixon slid into the driver's seat and started the car.
"So where are we going?" she asked as the Rolli ng Stones began to fill the 1967 cherry-apple red Ford Mustang. Of course Code Blue would be a driving a car like this one. He couldn't be a redneck agent from the south without a super cool car to go with his persona.
"It's a surprise," he said in his usual crisp tone.
Gemma refrained from rolling her eyes and instead glanced out the window. "You're not the guy threatening my life, are you?" she asked him, her brows perked.
"What are you talking about?" Dixon asked, giving her a blank stare.
"Like in the movies," Gemma said in a tone that said it was the most obvious thing in the world, meeting his eyes. "It's always the person you least expect, you know. How genius would it be if you were really the man who had threatened my life. And now that you have me alone…" She gave him a wary glance.
Surprising Gemma, he let out a wolfish laugh. It was the first time she had ever heard him laugh so fully, and Gemma felt her lips twitch up. It was a nice, pure sound. She silently decided he should laugh more often. Whenever he smiled genuinely, his whole face lit up and he kind of resembled an angel. It was the same when he laughed.
"You really like movies, don't you?" he teased, making a left at the light. "But, I can promise you that I am not threatening your life in any way, and if I was, I would tell you."
Gemma smiled at this. She had never really believed Dixon was the man behind the
"I take it your parents are more religious than you?" Gemma asked, slightly amused by this.
Dixon cocked a dry smile, his blue eyes rising up to the ceiling. "Yes they are," he told her. "As well as my sisters."
"You have sisters?" Gemma asked, a slight, wistful tone tainting her question.
"Two younger sisters," he said with a curt nod.
"That's amazing," Gemma said with a smile. "I would love to have had an older brother or sisters. I wouldn't care. I would just have loved to have some siblings. But my parents said they had only ever wanted one child and I was the lucky one."
It would appear as though Carlene's ears had been trained to pick up Gemma's sarcastic tone, especially when they were in houses of worship. She politely excused herself from the pastor until she reached her daughter, completely ignoring Dixon.
"You know, I shouldn't be surprised to hear your voice in that tone," Carlene whispered in a hushed tone. "You need to take this more seriously, Gems. This isn't just a joke. This is your life we're talking about."
"Mom," Gemma said flatly, looking at her mother with hooded eyes. "None of my friends are ever going to believe I would ever get married in a church. This isn't window shopping anymore. This is a wedding, and even though it's a fake one, it's still my fake wedding. I don't care what you say, but I'm not getting married here."
Without warning, Gemma spun on her heel and left the church. Carlene threw a helpless look at Dixon, who nodded at her before going after her. He managed to catch up with her in the parking lot. She didn't appear to be crying, but she seemed distressed, and Dixon could probably understand why.
"Where are you going, exactly?" Dixon asked, curiosity tainting his tone.
"I needed to get out of there as fast as possible," she said, tilting her head in the church's direction. "Do you want to come with me?"
Chapter 11
It was quite a switch of roles when Dixon grabbed Gemma's wrist and led her to his car. He opened the door for her, an act which had surprised her. And here she thought chivalry was dead. Maybe it was only alive in the south. She would have to go to go there one day… As she was buckling her seatbelt, Dixon slid into the driver's seat and started the car.
"So where are we going?" she asked as the Rolli ng Stones began to fill the 1967 cherry-apple red Ford Mustang. Of course Code Blue would be a driving a car like this one. He couldn't be a redneck agent from the south without a super cool car to go with his persona.
"It's a surprise," he said in his usual crisp tone.
Gemma refrained from rolling her eyes and instead glanced out the window. "You're not the guy threatening my life, are you?" she asked him, her brows perked.
"What are you talking about?" Dixon asked, giving her a blank stare.
"Like in the movies," Gemma said in a tone that said it was the most obvious thing in the world, meeting his eyes. "It's always the person you least expect, you know. How genius would it be if you were really the man who had threatened my life. And now that you have me alone…" She gave him a wary glance.
Surprising Gemma, he let out a wolfish laugh. It was the first time she had ever heard him laugh so fully, and Gemma felt her lips twitch up. It was a nice, pure sound. She silently decided he should laugh more often. Whenever he smiled genuinely, his whole face lit up and he kind of resembled an angel. It was the same when he laughed.
"You really like movies, don't you?" he teased, making a left at the light. "But, I can promise you that I am not threatening your life in any way, and if I was, I would tell you."
Gemma smiled at this. She had never really believed Dixon was the man behind the
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