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I can see his face since the suitcase isn’t pushed this far up, and his expression is tight and annoyed. I would swear that the man who held me and told me he had me was a completely different man.
“You know, I really should give you my agent’s number,” I tell him.
His gaze jumps to mine. “Why?”
“Because it takes talent to go from tender airport boyfriend to rude jackass in the span of two minutes.”
His mouth twists and I wait to see if he has a good comeback. Instead, he shrugs.
“Oh, never mind. My ex has that role down pat and, honestly, he’s not that talented.”
Jackson’s expression instantly hardens. “I’m nothing like your fucking ex.”
His words light me up again. God, I hope he’s right. Except how many times have I hoped they’d be different, in one way or another? “Every man is like my ex eventually.”
“Maybe you’re shit at choosing who you date.”
My stomach knots at that. He’s not wrong. I don’t even trust myself anymore. Not that I’m going to admit that.
“Maybe men are just shit.”
“Oh my God, if you two don’t stop bickering, I’m going to pull this car over right now,” Everleigh yells at us from the front.
Surprising the hell out of me, Jackson bursts out laughing. “Taking the suburban mom role a little seriously there aren’t you, Leigh-Leigh?”
“Well, if you two are going to act like annoying brats then yeah. And Leigh-leigh? Really?”
“Thought I’d give it a try. D – Gage always growls at me when I call you by your name.”
“Oh yeah?” She sounds awfully pleased by the fact that Gage gets all territorial over her.
“I tried out Ev once and D snapped at me for that too. I thought I’d try something really different.”
“Ugh, yeah, don’t call me Ev. My ex called me that.”
Hmm, sounds like there’s a story there. I don’t know much about Everleigh other than she’s a travel nurse that moved in next door to Gage and that’s how they met.
“Ah, at least I understand that one,” Jackson says.
“I suppose I can let Leigh-Leigh slide even though it’s ridiculous. I kinda like the idea of you having kids and them calling me Aunt Leigh-Leigh.”
Jackson barks out another laugh. Man, it’s a really sexy sound. I don’t get him. One minute he’s all growly bodyguard then he’s teasing his friend’s girlfriend with a nickname a two-year old would come up with.
“What?” He says and I realize I must be wearing an incredulous expression on my face.
“I don’t get you.”
“You don’t have to get me. You just need to listen and obey me.”
Only if it’s in a king-sized bed.
Jeez, where did that come from? A line like that usually has me running in the opposite direction, instead I’m fantasizing of all the gratifying ways my surly and sexy bodyguard could order me around the bedroom.
Ugh, what is wrong with me? I turn my head so I’m staring at the roof of the car. “Everleigh, I know we haven’t officially met yet, but can you tell me how much longer it’ll be?”
She laughs softly. “Pulling into the neighborhood now.”
“No new friends following us, Leigh-Leigh?”
