Jackson's POV
“Why are you smiling like that?” Kristina’s suspicious voice sliced through the air as she poked her head into my home office. Her arms were already crossed before she stepped in—classic Kris. I looked up from my laptop, and despite myself, the grin I’d been trying to suppress only widened.
“Don’t do that,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “That’s your I’m-up-to-something smirk. Who is she?”
I leaned back in my chair, lacing my fingers behind my head. “Can’t a man just be in a good mood without interrogation from the FBI?”
Kristina strode inside and perched herself on the edge of the desk like she owned the place. “Not when that man is my brother and never smiles for no reason.”
“How was your day, Kris?” I deflected, cracking my knuckles.
She rolled her eyes. “Normal. Meet
