Sawyer: Foundation inspection complete, and we passed with flying colors. We can start framing tomorrow.
"Building 3 is moving forward," I tell Jax excitedly.
"Good. That's good news."
Another text, this time from Captain Ramirez.
Captain: William's lawyer filed a motion to dismiss. Judge denied it. The trial moves forward as scheduled.
"That’s also good news," Jax says, reading over my shoulder.
A third text, from Gladys.
Gladys: FBIs meeting tomorrow at 0800. You should be there. Bring donuts and that hunky man of yours. We're discussing security for the trial.
"Less good news," we say in unison.
"They mean well," I defend weakly.
"They're going to show up in those silly costumes."
"Probably." I nod with a smile, remembering how they looked in them.
"To federal court." He emphasizes.
"Almost definitely."
"We're going to be on the news."
"'Local Heroes or Geriatric Vigilantes? Story at 11.'" I use my best news anchor voice.
He groans. "We need to stop them."
"You want to try telling the Walking Ladies they can't do something? You’re on your own, dude."
"Good point." He pulls me back against him. "Let them have their fun. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Jax Masterson, did you just ask, 'What's the worst that could happen?' when talking about The Walking Ladies? What happened to Officer By-The-Book?"
"He fell in love with a woman who wrestles goats and fights HOA presidents. He's learning to be flexible."
"I didn't wrestle Gertie. Icontainedher."
"Semantics."
"Legal distinctions."
"You sound like me now." He laughs.
"Terrifying, isn't it?"
He kisses my temple. "We're really doing this, aren't we? Moving in together, facing the trial, building a life together?"
I nod. "We're really doing it."
"And what about your three rules?"
"I’ve replaced them with better ones."