“You’re irritating me, Vincent.”
“Good. You deserve it.” He tossed an arm around my shoulder. “I’ve got to get back to the bar. I’ll make you a drink.”
“I wish you’d make sense instead,” I complained, bumping into him so he stumbled a step.
“Watch it.”
We returned to the restaurant and my steps slowed. I recognized the head of pure white hair from across the crowded room. As if he felt me staring, Parker Rutledge turned and found me. When he visibly relaxed, I knew he’d come to seek me out.
I couldn’t help but be worried. Was something wrong with Jax?
“Holler if you need me,” Vincent said, squeezing my shoulder before returning to the bar.
I watched Parker approach and hoped my eyeliner and mascara hadn’t smeared. I ran my hands over my skirt, wishing I’d taken a minute to freshen up in the ladies’ room. Jax’s dad was dressed in a sharp black suit and pale blue tie, and he looked ready to conquer the world. I was afraid I looked defeated.
“Gianna.” He pulled me into a brief hug. “I’ve been hoping to speak with you.”
“Is everything all right?”
“I’m afraid not. Can we talk?”
“Sure.” Because he looked and sounded so serious, I asked, “Would it be better to go to the penthouse?”
His lips twisted ruefully. “Jackson gave me strict orders not to bother you at work or home, although I confess I was about to anyway if you hadn’t come to Rossi’s tonight.”
I glanced over at the bodyguard who went everywhere with me. Had he tipped off Parker? Not that I cared either way.
I caught my mother’s eye and gestured at an empty table, letting her know I was taking it. She nodded and crossed it off the seating chart.
“I have to talk to you about Jackson,” Parker began the minute he settled into the chair. “He’s making a terrible mistake.”
My hands flattened on the table. “How?”
“He can’t just walk away. The game is in his blood. But more than that, he has a responsibility to this country. He has what it takes to shape the world in profound and necessary ways.”
Clearly, Parker thought I was up to speed on what Jax was doing, and I figured it might be better not to tell him I was clueless. So I puzzled it out as best I could and tried not to get too excited about the possibility that Jax was thinking about stepping away from the family business. So to speak. “I’m sure he’s doing everything he can.”
“He can’t say that until he runs for office.”
“Oh.” I’d never even considered that possibility. A game changer. The little spark of hope I felt quickly died. “I didn’t realize he wanted a career in politics.”
He leaned forward. “Jackson told me how you handled that reporter. You’re an asset, Gianna. You’re what he needs to reach the next level. With you at his side, he could make it all the way to the White House.”
The very idea scrambled my brain. “The White... Are you kidding?”
He sat back. “Don’t you believe he could do it?”
I stared at him, blown away by the grandeur of his dreams for his son. “Jackson can do anything he wants. He’s amazing.”
“Agreed.”
“As long as I’m part of his life, I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to do.” I took a deep breath. “But...”
He studied me. “But what?”
There was no easy way to say it. “Do you know that he blames the stress of a public, political life for his mother’s alcoholism?”
Parker straightened abruptly, his shoulders rolling back. “He’s stronger than she was.”
I couldn’t disagree with that. “I think he’s more worried about me.”
“I know,” he agreed, with an emphatic nod. “That’s why you have to speak to him. Tell him you can handle it. Make him believe it.”
My gaze moved to the bar and met Vincent’s. His earlier words about being one of only a few people who wouldn’t talk Jax out of “it” abruptly made sense. “Do you know where he is?”
“D.C. I can get you there.”
I looked at him. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
* * *
I’d expected to end up at the Rutledge mansion, but found myself knocking on the door to a high-rise apartment instead. Not too long ago, I would never have thought I’d be used to flying by private jet, but my life was different now. I was adjusting as quickly as I could. Still, one thing I had never learned to deal with was living without—
“Jax,” I said, when the door opened and he stood in front of me. My heart gave a little leap. He looked edible. The bespoke three-piece suit he wore didn’t soften the edge created by the shadow of stubble on his jaw and the slightly too-long hair. His gorgeous face was leaner, his gaze intensely focused.
He didn’t say a word, just grabbed me and kissed me as if he’d been dying of thirst and I was a cool glass of water. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth, letting him lick and thrust, whimpering as he ate at my mouth with erotic ferocity.
The nervousness I’d felt on the flight dissipated into oblivion. Whatever he was doing by staying away from me wasn’t because he didn’t want me anymore.
He pulled me into the house and kicked the door shut, pinning me against it. “I’ve got to take a call in a minute,” he muttered against my lips. “Then I’m going to fuck you for a really long time.”