*Lucian*
“I like her,” Jack says. “I like her a lot.”
I toss back the whiskey Jack has poured for me before pressing the glass and my ear to the wall in Jack’s sanctuary… a room nestled beside Frannie’s. Damnation, I can’t hear a bloody word.
Jack takes the glass from me, refills it, and hands it back. “She has a lot of spunk.”
“She’s damned irritating is what she is. I’m already regretting the bargain.” I huff at him.
He raises a brow, “She is a beauty.”
I slump down into a chair. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“She would make a dead man sit up in his coffin. Damn, I might even be willing to kill a bloke myself to earn her favor.” He grins.
“I’m not doing it to earn her favor.” I growl.
“I know. You’re doing it to earn Frannie’s.” He points out.
We fall into contemplative silence until Jac
