Gabrielle pushes Jackson, but he doesn’t move. He seems to be completely unconscious. He snores loudly and she slips her phone back into her pocket. She stares down at him and tries to think. Jessica is such a common name—it could be anyone.
She chews her lip and paces back and forth on the oak floors. Well, the man clearly has expensive tastes, Gabrielle thinks. He must come from a wealthy family, but which one? There are at least a dozen different Jessicas in this city’s top families—who knows how many there are in the country. There’s Jessica Ratcliffe, Jessica Lee, Jessica Lawrence, Jessica Clifford—the list goes on and on.
She leans down and shakes his shoulder as hard as she can, but he only snores louder. She grabs an open bottle of wine from the table and slowly pours it over
