Even if she made some outrageous demand later, he could always back out—no big deal.
A practiced, honey-sweet smile curled Sandra's lips as Jac gave his promise. She'd already decided what to ask for. For her freedom, she was ready to go all out.
Unbuckling her seatbelt, she leaned over and pressed a kiss against the man's chiseled cheek. "You're the best, big bro."
Jac froze, his chest tightening with something unfamiliar—something warm. His gaze remained fixed ahead, but the ghost of a smirk played at his lips.
The sleek Maybach glided to a stop outside the bar. Sandra immediately hooked her arm through Jac's as they stepped out. "Besides Randy, who else is inside?"
Pausing, Jac glanced down at her. "No clue—but even if someone you hate shows up, just ignore them."
No clue? So even
