"Get in—now!" he barked, swinging the car door wide open.
With a dramatic wave of his sunglasses, he ushered Sandra inside. "Your ride-or-die driver at your service! Just name the destination."
He'd just shot Jimmy a text fishing for Mr. Champion's motives. The reply was blunt: "You had it coming."
And just like that—lightbulb moment.
Jackie wasn't petty. Whatever lingering feelings he'd had for Mikeia were history. His focus? Sandra—the girl raised by the Champion family. This whole charade was Jackie's way of giving Randy a chance to apologize.
Makes sense. Even with Sandra's shady connection to Philip's death, Jackie had covered for her—no jail, no police grilling. That spoke volumes.
Besides, they were legally married now. Like anyone could force Jackie Champion's hand.
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