Epilogue
Jake
Of course Olivia James would make him cool his heels in the waiting room. Jake would expect nothing less from the dynamo private investigator who’d figured out on day one how to throw him off his game.
Or thought she had.
He grinned to himself as he stretched out his legs and interlaced his hands behind his head. He didn’t mind waiting. Some things were worth the wait. Olivia James definitely fit into that category—professionally speaking, of course. He was here on business. Only business.
She’d made that clear a couple months ago during his first appointment here at James Investigations. Olivia James hadn’t shown one glimmer of flirtatiousness as she took notes about his mother’s accident and the frat boys who were involved. She’d submitted her report with exquisite eff
