Claire took the phone and quickly entered her number before handing it back. "There you go. But don't go getting yourself shot just to see me again."
Jackson pocketed the phone, feeling a surge of triumph. "I'll do my best to avoid any more bullets."
"Good plan," she said, stepping closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "But if you need anything else... don't hesitate to call."
Jackson's breath caught as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Anything else?"
"Anything," she whispered back, her lips lingering dangerously close to his.
His heart pounded as he turned his head slightly, their faces now inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin and smell her faint perfume.
Without thinking, he closed the distance between them and captured her lips with his.
