Page 107 of Broken
She swallowed down a moan before it escaped.
“What are you into now, Jack?”
You, I’m so into you, Mac.
She tapped her fingernail on the keyboard. “Catching a killer,” she replied.
* * *
Prescott
Prescott’s phone rang.
He was seconds from kissing her. Being around Jack was driving him wild with desire. He couldn’t stop staring at her, couldn’t squelch the need to touch her. And he sure as hell couldn’t stop himself from wanting her.
He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was Dakota.
“Hey, what’s happening?” he answered.
“I’m checking in,” Dakota said. “How’re you doing?”
He flicked his gaze to Jack. “I’m working with Jacqueline.”
“I’m here if you need anything,” Dakota said. “I know it’s last minute, but Providence suggested we get the boys together. Can you and Ethan have dinner with us tonight?”
“Sure. Are you in town?”
“We’re doing lockdown at home. I’ve got round-the-clock armed guards protecting us.”
For a man who had little interest in children, suddenly toddlers were the center of his universe. “How old is Graham?”
“Almost four, like Ethan. Have you worked out daycare?”
“We’ve got a center at Armstrong.”
“Providence bought me Glenfiddich 30. We’ll open the bottle.”
“She must love you a lot,” Prescott said.
“Babe, Prescott said you must love me a lot since you bought me the Glenfiddich.” Dakota listened, then laughed. “She said she loves me a thousand dollars’ worth.”
“You spoiled, spoiled man,” Prescott said, his gaze falling on Jack.
She was peering at him. No, she was checking him out, her bedroom eyes wandering slowly over his face, his hair, then back into his eyes.
“How ‘bout seven?” Dakota asked.
“That’ll work.”
“If the boys hit it off, you’re welcome to leave him for a sleepover. If you need a night, it’s yours.”
“Thanks, brother. What can I bring?”
“Don’t go there. Just you and Ethan. See you tonight.”
Dakota hung up, and Prescott swung his gaze to Jacqueline.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
