20
JASON
“Jason?”
I glanced over my shoulder at the younger version of Drake Blackwell. “Blaine, right?”
He held out his hand. “The one and only. I heard you were coming by today. Where’s your lady friend?”
I shook his hand and laughed. “Doing what women love most.”
“Ah, shopping. I know how that goes. If you want, you can follow me. I’ll take you to my dad’s office.”
I followed him down the hall until we got to the end. He opened the door just as Drake finished a call and stood, extending his hand. I shook firmly, smiling when I felt his knuckles c***k.
“Got a hard grip there don’t you, son?”
“You know better than I do, you can’t be a limp-wristed b***h in this business.”
Tossing his head back, he bellowed, “You’re completely right. See, I knew I liked you. I didn’t take you awa
