Chapter Twenty
Jason is at Macey’s when I pull up in the Pagani. It doesn’t surprise me, but it does irritate the s**t out of me. As far as he’s concerned this is strictly a business trip, although I have other plans for Macey as soon as we’re out of Kansas airspace.
Jason gives me a hard stare as I saunter up the walk, aviators firmly in place. “A little overdressed, aren’t you?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Do you honestly expect to walk through a vineyard in a linen suit?”
Absolutely, now that he’s suggested I shouldn’t. “I think I can afford the dry cleaning.”
Jason looks like he’s about to say something, but slams his jaw shut when hell-child bursts through the front door. I have to admit, she’s as cute as a button, and I have no idea why she likes me. She’s like a cat who knows you’re
