The duration of the trip would be tedious without Jemma he decided. She was, after all, the life of the party. She made everything funnier, friendlier, brighter. She was such a ham she could make broccoli funny and he hated broccoli.
Jemma could have become a comedienne, her humour was that infectious and better than a great many on television. People couldn’t resist her sweet gently proffered jibes at the subject of the moment; they wouldn’t have been able to resist, they would roll in the aisles. Case in point, the train ride they were currently enjoying. One woman told her she to stop her stomach hurt so bad she couldn’t get her breath but every time she thought of something Jemma had said or done, she was off again, tears running down her face.
He’d sat there mirthfully watching her antics as she mimicked prominent people adding her own twist to their words or gestures or comical expressions that were so bang on, it was shockingly accurate and hilariously funny.
What made the situation even more amazing to Jordan was that she was the strongest most determined sharpest litigator he’d ever witnessed. There was little humour when she was on point and everyone listened intently to every word because she could slice and dice the case wide open. She won three times the cases she lost and you could bet a hundred bucks she’s retry the case, especially when she felt it was justified.
Yeah, there was no one like Jemma. She was brilliant in all aspects and as soon as she returned, he was going to ask her to marry him. He only hoped the branch didn’t break and he toppled off for it was a long way to fall and desperately wanted her in his life, forever.