Chapter 17
There wasn’t much on the news about the fire at the hotel, but Jackson wasn’t expecting it to make primetime. They hadn’t even mentioned Tracey's body. All was kept quiet. The media said it was due to faulty wiring. Faulty wiring, my ass. They'd driven back to Louisiana. Twenty-three hours of just him and Anna. He loved her, a lot. But he was not driving long distances again with her unless they were able to stop. At least, that way, he could f**k her into exhaustion to keep her from talking. The woman talked the entire time.
A chatty Anna wasn’t bad, but a talkative Anna who was miserable from driving and overreacting to every car—assuming they were following them—would be hell on any man. They did have a tail, but it wasn’t the opposition. It was Catcher and his brothers. Th
