Sarah's Soul Mate Du Jour was Connor Poe, and without having to be told, Jackson knew the human would be sitting or pacing below them in what could only be described as a holding cell.
Connor rushed him to get through the doorway before he could close it.
He took a sip of his, and motioned with his hand for Connor to sit on the sofa.
Connor spoke first, "Are you here to kill me?"
Before Connor had spat out the itch in bitch, Jackson was across the room and had picked him up by the throat.
Although he was close to passing out from lack of air, Connor rasped, "Got it."
His voice, in a word, sounded 'haughty'. Connor finally made eye contact, and in a thin whisper said, "I'm really scared."
Connor stared straight ahead for a moment, picked up his glass and drained it.
Connor finished his second drink and Jackson could see by the softening around his eyes that the alcohol had started to work its magic.
Connor met his eyes with grave emotion and barely choked out, "Deal."
With that, Jackson left the room, locking the door behind him while Connor stared after him, mouth agape.
Connor was a lawyer, which he considered a real plus.
The thought did cross her mind that, although the suits were sub par for Jackson, they were much nicer than any Connor owned.
He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest.
Connor had not drank this much since his undergrad days and really felt like shit.
Connor had been with many women, even lived with one for a year, yet he had never met anyone he had connected with like Sarah.
Jackson held back far enough so Connor would not see him, yet close enough to get into the room in a hurry.
Connor responded with a dejected, "Hi."
Connor rubbed the back of his neck.
Connor looked like hell.
Connor said, Jesus, it's not even nine o'clock yet and you're drinking.
When they had finished their breakfast, Connor said, "Sarah, I'd like to talk to Jackson alone for a minute if you don't mind."
Connor had his back to the door, but Jackson could see her.
Connor pinched the bridge of his nose.
Connor got up from the table and moved even closer, glaring at him.
Connor unclenched his fists and backed away.
If he didn't like Connor, his mood wouldn't have mattered a bit.
Connor entered the room and Sarah ran to him, giving him a hug and peck on the lips.
Connor must have sensed it as well, because he put his arms around her.
Jackson felt a little disappointed that Connor left.
Tonight, I'm going to curl up with a book and wait for Connor to call.
Sarah silently gave thanks that Connor had left.
Connor said he would be by to pick her up in an hour.
Connor said, That's funny.
Sarah was waiting for Connor when she heard strange noises coming from Jackson's room.
Connor stood in the bedroom doorway.
She made a mental note to have a talk with Connor about 'poking the bear'.
Connor said to leave you be.
Connor came down to the kitchen looking for Sarah.
Connor shook his head with a half smile and started to make coffee.
Sarah sat on the counter with one leg on either side of Connor, kissing him.
Connor quickly pulled away and backed up.
Connor, he's not my father!
Connor had gone into the kitchen for a snack and came running, "What's the matter?"
Jackson had never been so happy, and at ease, and she loved Connor with all her heart, yet she was a little sad, feeling they were growing apart.
After dinner, Connor helped Jackson put up the shutters, then they sat down for a drink.
Connor and Sarah were cuddling in front of the fire.
With her sharp hearing, she could make out the piano, but Connor heard nothing.
Connor turned to Sarah.
Connor grabbed her arm.