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“Jack, what are you doing out here?”

“Running.” I blinked at her. I was still disoriented from seeing that other stalker at her house.

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me suspiciously. “Are you following me?”

“Me?” I pointed at myself. “No.” Wow. That was convincing, Jack.

She lifted an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

“How’ve you been?”

“Fine,” she said, looking around. “Look, I’ve got to go.”

She made a move to run, but I pulled her close to me.

“Oh, don’t touch me right now,” she protested, trying to pull away, “I’m all gross and sweaty from my run.” I held on tight.

“That doesn’t matter to me at all,” I assured her. “I just want to talk to you. I’ve missed you. You don’t deliver my lunch anymore.”

“No. I thought it would be easier if we didn’t see each other, you know?”

I nodded. “You know, Tallon quit seeing that woman. Meegan.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Because she lied about her friend and me. He thought if she’d lie about something like that then she’d lie about other things, too.”

She pulled back and studied my face. “I want to believe you, Jack. It’s just… well, I’ve had too much evidence to the contrary, I guess.”

“I’m going to figure out a way to make you see who I amnow,” I said. “To show you how much I really want you.”

An alarm went off on her sports watch. “I’ve got to go. Sorry.” She almost seemed like she might even mean that. “Bye,” she called out, and I heard her feet rhythmically hitting the pavement a few seconds later.

“I’ll be in touch,” I called after her, not knowing if she heard me. I jogged off in the opposite direction. I jogged a little way before turning around and going back on the other side of the road. I had to make sure she made it home safely. Now that I had seen that guy outside her house, I wasn’t going to sleep well at night until I had her safely beside me.

How long would it take to convince her to move in with me? Probably more than a week or two.

But I would do whatever it took. Because I wanted a relationship with Daisy. I knew I had to overcome her impression of me. But I wantedher.

And I was willing to do whatever it took to get her.

Even go back and finish my tour of Nico Salazar’s gentleman’s clubs. I’d decided never to go back to those clubs since all I wanted was Daisy. But if Daisy worked there? My mind was already working overtime. I had to figure out where exactly she worked. If that was the only way for me to be around her, then so be it. I would join Nico’s clubs.

I had a call to make as soon as I got to the office.

It was clear I’d be booking the rest of that tour with Nico Salazar sooner rather than… well, never.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Daisy

“You have a slight image problem,” Carmen said leaning back in her plush office chair and looking out her plate-glass window that offered a view of both the city streets directly below us and the ocean down below the city.

“Image problem?” I was trying not to have hurt feelings. I’d been working at Sugar as a hostess for a couple of years now, and I thought I had a good reputation. I was in high demand, the men seemed to like me, and I never caused any problems.

Carmen studied me. “I don’t think you understand. It’s not the way you look or a bad attitude. You’re gorgeous, sexy, all of that. And sweet as pie. That’s not the problem.”

“Then what’s the issue?” I asked softly, not knowing if I really wanted to hear the answer.