Jackson started to weave through the throng of glittering guests, his eyes darting from face to face. Suddenly, he froze. There was a familiar figure—the brunette from the hotel—the one he'd spotted at the bar and again at the restaurant. She wore a sleek, red cocktail dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was sexy, exuding a sense of allure and confidence with its daring neckline and intricate lace details.
His heart did a little somersault. Was this her? The elusive third woman Quantum Quill wanted him to meet? He hesitated, remembering how he'd seen her with another man last time. Maybe she wasn't single after all.
But then again, when had that ever stopped him? This was a party, after all. And if Quantum Quill wanted him to meet her, who was he to argue with
