Chapter Fifty-Two

Jackson

Max gazed at me hopefully before asking, “You will?”

I nodded sullenly.

“I will.”

“Why?”

“Your mate is pregnant. Your instincts will want you to be near her at all times. Worst case scenario, you’ll become distracted and make mistakes and you might not return. We can’t let that happen.”

Max smirked.

“You’re not fooling me. With me gone, you wouldn’t have anyone to have your back.”

“Two things can be true at once,” I insisted. “I’m at a lost, Max. Tell me why you’re willing to risk your livelihood and status?”

He snorted derisively. I observed him carefully as he swirled the whiskey in his glass gently. He looked like a man backed into a corner with no way to escape–a man on a tall ledge, staring dow at the long drop in trepidation.

“Your question is rhetorical; you’re asking questions you already know the answer to.”