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Authors: Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse
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and pulled her close. “It’ll be okay. I’ll help you any way that I can. You know that.”
She did know it. Though they’d never been more than friends until she’d thrown herself at him only days earlier, she’d always known that she could count on Jackson. “What are we doing, Jackson? I mean, bad girl lessons are one thing, but this feels like something else.”
It was a complicated question and the answer would probably send her running for the hills. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he said, “I don’t think that’s a question either of us really wants to answer right now. Two days ago you were going to marry someone else. Let’s just take it a day at a time and see what happens, okay?”
* * *
Two hours later, Evie was sitting at the counter of Jackson’s kitchen pouring over her bank statements with a growing sense of unease. It was one savings account in particular that bothered her. Most of the sizeable inheritance she’d received from her grandmother had gone untouched, left in a savings account to draw interest. Evie had never touched that account, neither adding to it or withdrawing from it. But in the past six months, someone had. Several sizeable deposits had been made along with withdrawals that made her stomach hurt.
Checking the calendar on her laptop, Evie realized that each of withdrawals and deposits had occurred in conjunction with weekend trips that she had taken with Trevor to Biloxi or business trips that he had taken alone. The withdrawals she understood, but the deposits were problematic. There was only one explanation that she could think of.
Walking back to the garage, she saw that Jackson was welding some car part that she couldn’t identify. The sight momentarily distracted her from the nightmare she was in. Jackson was unlike anyone she had ever known. The image and reputation that was so important to everyone else in her life seemed to have no value for him. Jackson was comfortable with who he was and didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him. It was a refreshing change of pace.
As if he’d become aware of her watching him, he turned off the torch and turned toward her. “What’s the verdict?”
Realizing that he was asking about Trevor rather than what she thought of him, she said, “I think Trevor’s been using my accounts to launder money.”
Jackson set the torch down and took off his safety glasses. “That’s not what I expected to hear. We’ve got to find out who he’s laundering for and how the hell the dumbass got caught up in it.”
Jackson looked over the printouts she handed him and his frown deepened to a scowl. “You should take all of this to Reed,” he said. “I know he’s a small town attorney, but the guy is smart.”
“Do you think we have enough proof?”
“Not yet…but I think before you make any decisions about what to do with this information, you need to find out what your options are and how to protect yourself from any fallout.”
“I’ll call him right now.”
Jackson closed his hand around her wrist as she reached for her phone. “It’s Monday afternoon. He’s in court. I’ll text him and have him meet us for dinner later.”
Evie looked down at his dark, bronzed hand against her own paler skin. It took so little. With nothing more than a touch or a look, she was ready to tear his clothes off. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”
“It’s a hobby, not work. I’m an independently wealthy lay about, remember?” Jackson said as he pulled her to her feet. He tugged her over to the bench seat that would eventually go into the car he was restoring and settled himself onto it with her sprawled across his lap, straddling him. His hands skimmed over her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips. He pressed his thumbs against her inner thighs, gliding them over her silken skin and up to the bare mound of her sex. “I’ve been imagining that you’ve been walking around all day
She did know it. Though they’d never been more than friends until she’d thrown herself at him only days earlier, she’d always known that she could count on Jackson. “What are we doing, Jackson? I mean, bad girl lessons are one thing, but this feels like something else.”
It was a complicated question and the answer would probably send her running for the hills. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he said, “I don’t think that’s a question either of us really wants to answer right now. Two days ago you were going to marry someone else. Let’s just take it a day at a time and see what happens, okay?”
* * *
Two hours later, Evie was sitting at the counter of Jackson’s kitchen pouring over her bank statements with a growing sense of unease. It was one savings account in particular that bothered her. Most of the sizeable inheritance she’d received from her grandmother had gone untouched, left in a savings account to draw interest. Evie had never touched that account, neither adding to it or withdrawing from it. But in the past six months, someone had. Several sizeable deposits had been made along with withdrawals that made her stomach hurt.
Checking the calendar on her laptop, Evie realized that each of withdrawals and deposits had occurred in conjunction with weekend trips that she had taken with Trevor to Biloxi or business trips that he had taken alone. The withdrawals she understood, but the deposits were problematic. There was only one explanation that she could think of.
Walking back to the garage, she saw that Jackson was welding some car part that she couldn’t identify. The sight momentarily distracted her from the nightmare she was in. Jackson was unlike anyone she had ever known. The image and reputation that was so important to everyone else in her life seemed to have no value for him. Jackson was comfortable with who he was and didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him. It was a refreshing change of pace.
As if he’d become aware of her watching him, he turned off the torch and turned toward her. “What’s the verdict?”
Realizing that he was asking about Trevor rather than what she thought of him, she said, “I think Trevor’s been using my accounts to launder money.”
Jackson set the torch down and took off his safety glasses. “That’s not what I expected to hear. We’ve got to find out who he’s laundering for and how the hell the dumbass got caught up in it.”
Jackson looked over the printouts she handed him and his frown deepened to a scowl. “You should take all of this to Reed,” he said. “I know he’s a small town attorney, but the guy is smart.”
“Do you think we have enough proof?”
“Not yet…but I think before you make any decisions about what to do with this information, you need to find out what your options are and how to protect yourself from any fallout.”
“I’ll call him right now.”
Jackson closed his hand around her wrist as she reached for her phone. “It’s Monday afternoon. He’s in court. I’ll text him and have him meet us for dinner later.”
Evie looked down at his dark, bronzed hand against her own paler skin. It took so little. With nothing more than a touch or a look, she was ready to tear his clothes off. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”
“It’s a hobby, not work. I’m an independently wealthy lay about, remember?” Jackson said as he pulled her to her feet. He tugged her over to the bench seat that would eventually go into the car he was restoring and settled himself onto it with her sprawled across his lap, straddling him. His hands skimmed over her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips. He pressed his thumbs against her inner thighs, gliding them over her silken skin and up to the bare mound of her sex. “I’ve been imagining that you’ve been walking around all day
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