(Aaliyah’s POV)
Jaime sat across from us, looking completely unbothered as he swirled the whiskey in his glass.
Naomi and I had been sitting here in his study for over thirty minutes, waiting for him to come up with the "wonderful plan" she had been so sure he’d deliver, or at least to show an iota of the urgency coursing through us. Still, the handsome bastard hadn’t budged an inch.
Not in his expression.
Not in his position.
Not in his decision.
And frankly speaking, he was really starting to piss me off.
“Jaime,” I pressed, exasperation bleeding into my voice. “I know you heard me the first five times I said this, but my friend, Reesa’s life is on the line. If we don’t hand over that deed in two hours, she’s dead. You understand that, don’t you? You should know better than anyon
