I took a deep breath, took out my phone, and searched for Jackson’s number.
His a*sistant had sent it to me when I booked the room for him yesterday.
Jackson answered after three rings. His calm and a*sertive voice came from the other end of the line, and a feeling I couldn’t explain washed over me.
“Ms. Palmer, what can I do for you?”
How did Jackson know it was me?
“I saved your number yesterday,” he said, answering my unspoken question.
I got straight to the point, not wanting to put the inevitable off any longer. “Alpha Sterling, Ms. Thorin has asked me to entertain you during your stay in Arcadia on behalf of MPC. Is there anything you would like to see or do?”
“Entertain me?” Jackson’s tone sounded like he was surprised.
After a few seconds of silence, Jackson seemed to have
