Jacqueline “Jax” Simon knows how to expose secrets: she’s a skilled operative with MacBain Security and Solutions. When Jax hears her parents are divorcing, she races to London to find out why. She’s determined to learn the truth, especially when her investigation uncovers why her parents sent her to Richter, the German military school that made her a fighter.
Andrew stood aside, put his beverage down. “I’ll walk you out.”
Outside the bar, the cold, damp London air snapped her spine straight.
“Where is your car?”
Jax pointed across the street and up toward her brother’s place. “I’m capable of getting there on my own.”
“I would suspect anyone who jumps out of airplanes and plays on America’s military bases is capable of more than crossing the street.”
“Then why are you out here?”
The light turned green and they started walking.
“I want to help.”
“Help with what?”
“Your investigation. That’s why Harry asked you to come, isn’t it?”
“Is that what he told you?”
“He told me he needed family reinforcements to get his dad to move out of his flat.”
That sounded like the words her brother would use.
“I have a feeling my father is going to be just as helpful putting this to rest as my mother.”
“He didn’t seem excited to see you.”
“Thank you for pointing that out.”
Andrew paused his step. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.”
She stopped, turned to look at him. “I’m pretty sure I remember telling you my family was cold. Back when I thought you were a driver who didn’t know them personally.”
“Right. I’m sorry about that, too.”
Jax started walking again. “I tipped you.”
He followed. “I’ll pay you back.”
They crossed another intersection, and she slowed her pace as the rental car came into view.
She wondered if there was a way for Andrew to help her. “Do you work with my dad?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m in finance, but with the private sector. Hedge funds have no appeal to me.”
“There’s more money in it.” Jax stopped at the car.
“And less quality of life. Look at your brother, he doesn’t have any hair left.”
Andrew reached out his hand.
She looked at it.
He wiggled his fingers as if asking for something. “Your phone. In case you need backup.”
“There’s an entire team here in London.”
He pointed to his chest. “But only one of me.”
That sounded like a line. But she handed him her phone anyway.
He pressed a button to power it on, then turned it toward her so it would open.
A sly smile sat on his lips as he put in his phone number.
When his phone buzzed, he silenced it quickly, obviously pleased with himself.
“Was this about me getting ahold of you, or you getting ahold of me?”
Jax narrowed her gaze, saw the same attraction she had the night they’d met. “I’m not here for that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes twitched. His smile grew.
Instead of calling him out, she reached for her keys.
He opened the door and waited for her to get behind the wheel “Petrol,” he said.
Jax looked up at him, confused. “What?”
“My last credit card transaction was at the petrol station.”
It was hard not to smile. “You’re an interesting man, Andrew.”
He leaned down with a knowing smile. “You have beautiful legs, Jax.”
She was blushing . . . she could feel the heat in her cheeks.
He closed the door and stepped back.
Jax drove away without saying goodbye, knowing full well she’d see him again.