A tight smile had played tug-of-war with his mouth since meeting Caroline Gregory. It felt good to use those muscles again. With some practice, he might pull off something that could be considered friendly. He’d forgotten how different people were in the South. Her accent dripped with sweet friendliness like the Spanish moss on the oaks down here. There was no question she was genuinely interested in what mattered to him.
Admit it, he told himself. It’s more than that. You don’t talk about what happened, and she walks up like fresh air and sunshine through a window that she nonchalantly opened in your soul, using a nursery rhyme to give you enough distance to express yourself. She got you to understand your own hopes and say it out loud. Voicing something like that is the first step to making it happen. Heaven help the guy who loves Caroline.
That brought a sobering expression back to Jack’s face. The guy who loves her was heir to Gregory Global, and from what he’d been briefed on, he needed heaven’s help alright—from a drug cartel that named themselves Temoso, the Spanish word for “fearless.”
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