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Prescott’s gaze jumped to Jacqueline and her heart broke. This was a very difficult, very sensitive moment that involved family only. She needed to get out of there so Prescott could give Ethan his undivided attention.
“I’m gonna take off,” Jacqueline said. “Sounds like you guys have a busy afternoon.”
“No, don’t—”
“I’ll let you know where I end up staying.” She opened the liftgate, extracted a bag, and brought it over to her vehicle.
He was by her side in seconds. “You’re welcome to stay with us.”
“Seriously?” Before she could stop herself, she curled her fingers around his triceps. “That’s not a good idea.”
Stop touching him!
But she couldn’t get her hand off his arm.
“I live alone,” he said. “Well, I did. I’ve got three floors if you include the finished basement. You’d have all the privacy you need.”
“We’re already going to be working together. I don’t think we should push our luck.”
After loading up her bags, he handed her his phone. “I need your number.”
She sent herself a text from his phone. “Done.” Then, she shifted her sights to Ethan. “I’ll pick up some of that water you like and bring it by soon, okay?”
“Bye, Jack.”
“Have fun with Uncle Prescott.” Her gaze jumped to Prescott and a rush of heat warmed her chest.
“We’ll talk later,” he said.
She climbed into the SUV, plugged in Leslie’s address, and headed out.
On the drive over, her phone rang from a number she didn’t recognize. She answered, put the call on speaker. “Hello.”
“I’m so glad you picked up,” Addison said. “I heard you’re back in town.”
“Did you change your phone number?” Jack asked.
“I’ll be using different burners for a while,” Addison said.
Jacqueline didn’t want to betray Prescott’s confidence, so she wasn’t about to comment on what she knew.
“Hawk just called Prescott,” Addison continued, “and told us you’re working with him to find the killer.”
“That’s the plan. How are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” Addison replied. “Prescott said you need a place to stay, and I have the perfect solution.”
“If you’re going to tell me to stay with Prescott—”
“No, but his house is gorgeous and so huge.”
Jacqueline bit back a smile. It sounded like Addison was describing Prescott and his very impressive junk.
“That would be weird,” Addison continued. “You just met him at our shower.”
Not exactly.
“Anyway, my dad has a furnished condo in Arlington that he doesn’t use because he lives in DC. It’s super nice. There’s a guard at the front desk, plus the views are fantastic. You’re welcome to stay there.”
