Ruthless In A Suit(82)

When he hangs up he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Everything okay?” I ask. When he looks back at me the old familiar heaviness is creeping into his eyes. It’s the heaviness he wears with his business, and when he talks about his family. “Jackson? What is it?”

He comes back to bed, sitting on the edge. “It was the family attorney. I have to go to Los Angeles to meet with him and my brothers.”

“Did something happen?” I ask.

“He said they’re going to decide the fate of the company.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with us, does it?” I ask. “I mean, we just got married.” I know rich powerful people have long arms into some shady stuff, but there’s no way anyone would know we just got married today, out in a little town on a little island.

“No, no one knows about us,” Jackson says. “Which means it’s something else. But I have no idea what.”

I reach across and take his hand. “Hey, listen. We’re a team now. No matter what happens, I’m here with you. Okay?”

He looks at me, and the comfort is immediate. He squeezes my hand back. “Okay,” he says, nodding.

But it’s something more. Something isn’t right. I don’t know what will happen at that meeting in Los Angeles, but I know one thing is sure—nothing will ever get between Jackson and me ever again. We’re too strong together, both of us too determined to make our own happiness.

“Now get back in these covers and make love to me,” I say, hoping to get his mind off that phone call, if only for a little while.

When he looks at me I can see his features relaxing again. He moves over to me and covers my body with his. “Whatever you require, my love,” he says, “I’m here to provide.”