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groaned again as Lance rocked
his weight a little more into the hold. I walked around the two
until I could look into Jackson’s face. Even in pain, and pushed
half into the pavement, the bastard was gorgeous.
    I bent down and said, “I’m sure Lance
here can be persuaded to let you loose if you promise not to touch
me again.”
    Jackson shook his head—quite a feat
since his face was smooshed against the pavement.
    “ I can’t promise that. I
have all kinds of plans for touching you… later on.”
    I stood up and frowned. Even in pain
and pressed against the sidewalk, he could still flirt.
    That’s how he’d gotten me to go out
with him.
    Susan had manipulated me into
volunteering on a blood mobile drive, handing out orange juice and
cookies to the student athletes while they gave blood.
    The woman taking Jackson’s blood was
missing his vein repeatedly, and though he was a blotchy red, and
sweating, and cursing, he asked me out the instant he saw
me.
    I crumpled that memory up in my head
like a piece of paper.
    “ Well then,” I said,
stepping past him. “Lance can just keep you there until I call him
and tell him I’m safely at home.”
    I took a few steps and he called,
“Wait! Don’t leave.”
    I didn’t look back. I wanted him to
give up and leave—and to leave me alone forever.
    “ Just go to lunch with me
tomorrow. We’ll meet at Chester’s.”
    Chester’s…
    I hadn’t thought of that place in
years. The best cheddar cheese fries in the history of the world,
and steak hoagies so mouthwatering you never left any on your
plate, or took it home.
    “ Is there one in Chicago?”
It had been a small new chain restaurant back when we were in
college. We used to eat there like ravenous wolves, studying and
kissing, and…
    I was about to say no… but then he’d
just keep this up until Lance hurt him, and as much as I wanted him
to pay for…
    I let my head fall back and sighed,
looking up at the sky, not seeing a single star due to all the
ambient light covering the sky like smog.
    “ Fine, if you promise to go
away now, I’ll meet you at Chester’s at noon.”
    “ Okay.” Jackson looked over
his shoulder where Lance knelt on top of him. “Will you get off me
now?”
    Lance smiled and gracefully stood up,
letting go of Jackson in one elegant movement.
    Jackson groaned again, this time in
relief, and rolled gingerly onto his back.
    Lance leaned down and offered him his
hand.
    After scrutinizing the offered help,
Jackson grasped hold of Lance’s hand as he was heaved off the
ground.
    Lance was far stronger than I’d
imagined.
    “ Radioactive spider bite?” I
asked as my assistant circled around behind me.
    He snorted. “I’m just glad he gave up
so quick—would’ve hated messing up something so pretty.”
    The look Jackson was giving me as he
brushed off his suit was like a forest fire burning behind his
eyes.
    “ You may still have to,” I
said.
    Lance blinked and then rolled his eyes
at me. “Breeders. I just don’t get you people.”
    I turned to walk away, but Jackson
moved to follow me.
    Lance cleared his throat and wagged a
finger at him. Jackson stopped in his tracks.
    He leaned into me and murmured,
“Churchill probably has his car ready for us, if you wouldn’t mind
bumming a ride from us.”
    I looked behind him and saw Churchill
looking dapper, waving us over to his…
    “ Is that a vintage Rolls
Royce Phantom?”
    I walked as if in a dream toward the
car… no, not a car, an automobile of the highest order. All those
curves and metal, all covered by a perfect paintjob at least six
layers deep.
    “ No,” Lance said as we got
closer. “That’s a 1955 Rolls-Royce Silver
Wraith.”
    Jackson was suddenly standing right
beside me, staring at the four wheeled wonder before us.
    “ It’s an Empress Touring
Limousine,” he chanted. “Bruce Wayne’s butler drives him around in
one of those.”
    I had to smile. Geek much?
    I looked over to Lance and saw my
expression