"Jackson?" Isabella's voice cut through his thoughts. "You still with me? You look like you're trying to solve world hunger in your head."
He blinked, focusing on her concerned face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just... thinking."
"Let me guess," she teased, "still pining over that brunette and your missed chance?"
Jackson seized the opportunity for a distraction. "Yes! Exactly. You know me so well."
"Oh, honey. You're about as subtle as a rhinoceros in a tutu. But listen, you can't keep obsessing over every pretty face that catches your eye. Before you know it, you'll be old and gray, still pining after 'the one that got away' at some random bar."
She linked her arm through his as they walked, her heels clicking on the pavement. "Look, I get it. She was gorgeous. But you know what? T
