Page 22 of The Games We Play
“My name is Jessica Moore!” she screams at me.
Everything comes to a screeching halt and goes deathly quiet.
Ice rushes through my veins, and for some reason, I think of Sam’s words.
I couldn’t have heard right. “What did you say?”
“I’m Ryder’s sister, Jessica Moore.” She takes a deep breath, like she’s attempting to calm herself.
This cannot possibly be happening.
Out of all the women I could have hooked up with on this planet, I picked her?
When I don’t speak, she puts her hand on her flat stomach and shifts on her heels. “I was at my parents’ house on Saturday, and my dad wanted to watch Ryder—you know, for bragging rights. So you can imagine my shock when you appeared on the screen.” She gestures like I have the audacity to exist. “My brother’s boss! Of all people. Obviously, I had no choice but to track you down because we have a mess to deal with.”
I stare up at the clear blue sky. “You’re Jessica Moore.”
She nods. “Yes, Sheriff Charlie Radcliffe, I am.”
“Ryder’s baby sister.”
“Yes.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Who’s moving here on Thursday.”
“Correct.” She nibbles on her lower lip.
I meet her gaze and bellow, “And is the fucking brand-new city attorney!”
“Correct again.” She sucks in a breath, and it does amazing things for her cleavage. I do my best not to get distracted.
I growl at her. “Of course you’re a lawyer.”
She scoffs. “What else would I be, Cop?”
I take a step closer, forcing her to crane her neck to look at me. “So, let me get this straight. No names, no personal information, and one night only has now turned into being tied to you both personally and professionally for the foreseeable future.”
Her lightning-blue eyes search my expression. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“This is a nightmare.” I’m going to see her all the time. This woman I haven’t been able to get out of my mind is going to be a daily part of my life.
“Yeah, pretty much, which is why I had to come find you.” Her dark lashes flicker. She shifts closer to me.
Even with the shock, we’re like magnets, the chemistry between us buzzing below the surface.
I blow out a deep breath. “You thought the best way to deal with this mess was by tailing me home?”
“The other option was to blindside you at the party on Saturday.”
“That’s it? Those were the only two options you could think of?”
“Yes.”
“You never heard of a phone?”
“Would your front desk clerk hand over a call to you?” She pokes a finger in my chest. “I was going for discretion.”
“Tailing me all over Revival wearing a red dress is the opposite of discretion.”
