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Everyone started laughing.
Liv spun the dial again and it landed on Kiss Your Date.
Prescott leaned down and kissed Jack before she had a chance to object. When she kissed him back, he murmured, “You’re so greedy.”
A whisper of a smile touched her eyes.
This time, Jericho stepped over and gave the wheel a big spin. It landed on Pick a Couple to Kiss.
Liv whispered in Jericho’s ear and his gaze jumped to Prescott. “My wife thinks Prescott should kiss his date. What do you think?”
“I think they’ve already been going at it pretty good,” Stryker called out.
“Scotty,” Hawk exclaimed. “We asked you to show Jacqueline a good time, not maul her to death.”
The group started laughed.
Prescott slid his gaze to Jack.
She turned toward the group and announced, “Prescott’s making sure I’m having arealgood time.”
The crowd cracked up again.
“Go ‘head, brother,” Hawk said. “Show her what you got.”
Prescott pulled her into his arms, dipped her back, and kissed her. Someone whistled while others were clapping and making cat calls. He stood her back up, and kissed her again.
“Who’s next?” Liv tugged the wheel and everyone followed the spinning dial, but not Prescott. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jack… and she hadn’t let go of him either.
“I’m gonna take a break,” Jack murmured.
“I’ll go with you.” Offering his arm, he waited for her to take hold. “Your feet have got to hurt in those stilts.”
“The shoes are great, but I’m sinking into the soft soil.”
“I can help with that.” He whisked her into his arms and strode toward the house.
After he set her down on the patio, she said, “I’m gonna have that drink now. Want to join me?”
He sure as hell did.
After opening the slider, they went inside. The smell of flame-grilled steaks wafted in his direction, and his stomach growled in response.
A server appeared. “Can I bring you both something?”
“I’ll have a sparkling water,” Jack said.
“Whiskey, neat,” Prescott replied.
As the server headed toward the kitchen, Prescott asked, “What do you do at the Bureau?”
“Temporary assignment with a task force.”
“Whatwereyou doing?” he asked.
“I was the RAC—Resident Agent in Charge—of a smaller office. It’s like a—”
“SAC,” he replied.
