Chapter 8
JACK SLIPPED INTO the chair across from Miss Haveland. As before, she was sitting in the pub, no drink in front of her, just waiting with her hood pulled up, and her bright green eyes peering out.
She really had the most stunning eyes. But Jack wasn’t here to admire her. No, he needed to make sure she wasn’t about to sneak up behind him and take away his powers, just when he was trying to put a piece of his plan into place.
“This time I believe it is my turn to thank ye for meeting me,” he said with a smile. It never hurt to butter a woman up a little.
It worked. She smiled back. “Of course. I appreciate that you wanted to meet again instead of trying to hide from me.”
“Figured it wouldn’t work,” he said, admitting that the thought had crossed his mind.
She gave a little la
