Page 247 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t answer straight away.
“Alex Vargas,” he says finally.
My focus sharpens.
“What about him?”
He lifts his gaze to mine.
“He’s dead.”
I let that settle. Not shocked. Not entirely.
“Is that going to come back on you?”
He shakes his head slightly.
“I don’t think so. Christian’s been handling it. They’re calling it a reaction to medication. Charges were already dropped.”
Clean.
Or as clean as it gets.
“That’s one thing off the board,” I say.
“Yes,” he replies, his jaw tightening. “But the rest of the Vargas family is still out there.”
The tension sits under his words now. Controlled. But present.
“We haven’t tracked Mateo since he landed. He’s gone to ground. And we know he’s going to make a move.”
From the couch, Jackson leans forward slightly.
“We’ll deal with it,” he says, calm, certain.
Not dismissive. Grounded. We will. Because we have to.
He glances between us, then looks back at Lia, something shifting in his expression.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” he says.
She tilts her head slightly.
“What about?”
He exhales once.
“About us. About… what comes next.”
My attention sharpens. Because I know this tone. This matters.
“You’re already married to Elijah,” he says. “And you didn’t get a real wedding.”
Her expression softens immediately.
“So,” he continues, “once you’re ready… we do one.”
