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body. Along with part of a tattoo that ends before it can ruin the perfect set of abs.
    If he weren’t so angry I would call him gorgeous. But his foul mood makes it hard to see past.
    “I’m whoever.”
    “You own this place?” I can’t hold back the surprise in my voice. He doesn’t look like the type of guy to own anything other than brass knuckles and a gun collection maybe.
    He nods. “Is that surprising?”
    I hold out the file. “All I need is three signatures.”
    He takes the files keeping his eyes on me. “Jackson agreed to our terms am I right?”
    I open my mouth to inform him that I have no clue but I know that will just make him even angrier. “Of course. You can read over the paperwork if you like.”
    He shakes his head. “I take people by their word.” He signs the first paper. “And as for this place. It was my fathers. He passed it down to me and I don’t want anything to do with it anymore.”
    He’s giving me way more than I expected. “How come?”
    We study each other carefully. He takes in a breath and flips the paper ignoring me just like I ignored him. “How soon before I get the money?”
    “Jackson is usually really fast about transactions. I’ll make sure he knows you are expecting it.”
    Something crashes behind us and he looks away from me allowing me to pull in some air. I haven’t breathed since his hands were on the contract. I push some hair behind my ear and touch my earring feeling nervous still.
    “Nash, we have a problem up here.” Someone shouts. I swear I hear a saw of sorts and hammers. I don’t know what is happening but I want to leave as soon as possible.
    He scrawls his final signature and hands back the papers.
    He plows a hand across his head and sighs. He’s bothered and maybe even worried. “Is that everything?”
    I nod, watching him walk away. He takes the stairs two at a time and when he is gone I go over to the box. I lift the lid and shine my phone’s flashlight into the box. It’s full of newspapers and mail. Even what looks to be court documents?
    I sift a little further in the box and find a handful of old pictures. It’s obvious they are older. But the resemblance to Nash is very obvious. I move on to the next one and lose my breath. It’s her—my mother.
    There she is in all her glory hanging on to this man that I am very certain is Nash’s father. She doesn’t look unhappy, if I wanted to make a guess, I would even say she looked happy to be in his arms, surrounded by bikes and old classic cars.

Eight
     
    Three days have passed since I had my run in with Nash at the warehouse and I still feel very disturbed by the entire thing. That doesn’t stop me from making plans to see him again one way or another.
    “Are you attending that big shindig Jackson has been hounding you about?” Sophie asks from her spot at the pool.
    I let out a breath or more a sigh and groan. “These events are so not my thing, but I told him that I would.”
    “You poor thing. You have to hang out with a bunch of rich men and woman and drink champagne all night. It’s such a hard life.”
    I give her a dirty look and focus on my tan. I’m a little bit nervous about fitting in with Jackson’s friends and fellow co-workers. I’m not his wife; I’m just the girl he is sleeping with on occasions. And if not for him, I wouldn’t have this great job that I have.
    “He already bought you a dress. You can’t leave him hanging.”
    Maybe I can’t but every little decision I make when it comes to Jackson makes me feel more and more attached to him, and that is the stupidest thing I could do right now when I am trying to focus on something other than romance.
    I run from romance. I always have and some days I forget why.
    “You’re right. And a little part of me is excited to be hanging on Jackson Luckman’s arm for the entire night.” I grin.
    And just like that I’m easily reminded why I like him in the first place. I pick up my phone and dial his