Jackson clamped his mouth shut and open the back door for me like the perfect gentleman he wasn’t.

No, he was the literal big, bad wolf.

I was still feeling a little dizzy. Before getting in the car, my body swayed, and Jackson quickly held me by the waist.

“Ms. Palmer, are you all right?”

I shook my head and tried to break free from his grip, but he held my waist with one hand and helped me into the car.

Watching the Rolls Royce disappear into the distance, the man in another car ...