"Wrong," he said. "It's strategy."
"Oh yeah?" I felt my gaze narrow. "Well, I'll remember that the next time."
He smiled. "Good."
No. It wasn't good.It was terrible, because his smile sent a swarm of butterflies straight to my stomach.
Even worse, they refused to fly away, even on his private jet, when Jack turned the tables by asking some questions of his own.
Chapter 35
Jack
There's a saying,No good deed goes unpunished.
This trip was proof enough.
I'd begun with the noble intention of looking out for Flynn's future sister. But now? Let's just say, I was feeling less noble every time I saw her.
And, as far as my intentions, they were getting murkier by the minute.
In the limo, I'd wanted to kiss her. Hell, I'd wanted to do more than kiss her.She made me smile.
And I didn't like it.
Smiles led to attachment, which led to complications. And forget the fact that she was related to Flynn in a roundabout way.
Whether she realized it or not, I'd smiled more with her than I had with anyone over the last few years. Even so, I'd been working hard not to show it, if only to keep her at a distance.
It wasn't working.
This meant it was time to take a different approach.
We were fifteen minutes into the flight, and she'd surprised the hell out of me by not asking about Darbie's unsigned book.
Oh yeah, I'd caught that scene in the lobby, when Darbie and What's-her-name had been waving that book in Becka's face.
I hadn't liked it.
And I'd liked it even less when I realized what would happen afterward. I'd be hit with an avalanche of questions from Becka.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, she'd kept quiet, even while the questions played across her face. She hadn't asked them, but shehadbeen thinking them.
At the condo, I hadn't pegged her as a thinker. But now, the more time I spent with her, the more I realized that her wheels were always turning – probing, speculating, watching.
She was different. And she'd captured my interest.
Still, she saw far more than she should. It was dangerous – just like my thoughts in the limo, when I'd been looking into her eyes and liking what I saw.
As far as questions, it was time to turn the tables. I looked to her and said, "So, an English lit degree, huh?"
She jumped in her seat, as if she were surprised that I'd spoken at all. With a trembling laugh, she replied, "Who, me?"
The jet seated ten, but there was just the two of us, sitting across from each other in the passenger area.
I made a show of looking around. "You see anyone else?"
