When Jackson finally pulls back, his gaze drifts, lingering too long on Nyx's curvy buttocks as she bends over to tie her shoelace.

His smirk deepens with desire, but he says nothing.

And of course, Carlson is ignorant about all these things.

He goes on to give a two-fingered salute. "Good luck, everyone. Don't make me disappointed."

"Oh please, Jackson." Carlson twines, shoving his shoulder lightly and laughing.

When he eventually leaves, the atmosphere returns to its ...