So. Jackson King is a werewolf.
Now I know.
I’m surprised at how protective I feel over his secret. I will work even harder to straighten everything out at SeCure now that I know the company’s brilliant CEO is as vulnerable to being exposed as I was.
~.~
Jacqueline
Jacqueline opens her gritty eyes, blinking against the morning sun. Still in the desert. Still in human form. She drags herself to her feet and checks out the angle of the sun. It is rising over the far mountain range, which means the Catalinas. So she’s in the Tucson Mountains on the west side. Probably out in Marana somewhere, where the crackheads cook their meth.
She isn’t the only one who knows how to research things online. Her Minette thinks she’s only capable of making soup…
Minette.
She starts walking east. Her g
