Chapter 2

“Jackson,” he says, a raw edge to his voice that makes my knees weak. He looks me over and the frown is replaced with a slow grin. “They sent you to hook up my cable? Shit.”

What’s wrong with that?I want to say, but he’s looking at me with those intense eyes like indigo ink and I can’t form the words.

He glances past me at my truck, and the grin spreads into a sunny smile. If the girls in the office had known what he looked like when they talked to him on the phone, I’m sure he would’ve gotten anything his heart desired without having to talk to a supervisor.

“Damn,” he says, and that smile makes him look so impossibly young. “I didn’t think you’d show up this quick.”