Without You

“All right. But the third time and you’re out.”

“Whoa,” Jackson said with a half smile. “I’m not even going to touch that one.”

The band, which had taken the place of the piano and singer, began to play.

“What do you think?”

“About what?” Hallie asked.

“The band.”

“They’re good, actually.”

“This is a trial run for them.” Jackson paused, seeming to size them up. “We lost our other band and Terrance has been on the hunt.”

“Speaking of Terrance, how’s he doing? Is he still at your beck and call?”

“You never liked him, did you.”

Hallie felt warmth surge into her face, but she answered honestly. “Not really.”

Jackson chuckled.

“You asked.”

“I did and you answered. But why is that? I never understood what you had against him.”

“I never knew, either. There’s just something about him that always bothered me.”

“Well, he liked you. And still does.”

Hallie shrugged. “Maybe I just didn’t get to know him well enough.”

“Speaking of Terrance, I wonder where he is. He should be circulating.”

“It’s early yet, isn’t it?”

“Not that early.” Jackson’s features relaxed. “Ah, there he is. I guess I just didn’t see him.”

“Well, you do seem to have a full house.”

“We try to please.”

They both watched as Terrance made his way toward them. His hand was outstretched when he reached the table.

“It’s great to see you again, Hallie.”

Hallie gave him her hand and smiled. “Same here.”

Suddenly she was seeing Terrance through new eyes. Maybe she’d been jealous of Jackson and Terrance’s relationship. At the time of their engagement, she hadn’t been nearly as sure of herself. As a result, perhaps she hadn’t given Terrance a fair shot. She would this time, though, as he could be a valuable asset in helping to clear Jackson’s name. And now she had nothing personal invested. Jackson was just another client.

“So how have you been?”

“Great.” She smiled brightly.

“You look great, too.”

“Why, thanks.”

He paused, then pinned her with his eyes. “Too bad I have to see you again under such unpleasant circumstances.”

“I know, but it’ll be over soon.”

“Man, that’d be great.”

“Don’t sound so shocked, Terrance,” Jackson injected. “Why do you think I hired her?”

“I’m not shocked,” Terrance corrected hurriedly. “I have every confidence in Hallie, too.” He paused again, stepping aside as their food arrived. “I’ll get lost now and let you enjoy your dinner. If there’s anything I can do, Hallie, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“Trust me, I won’t. And thanks.”

Once their beautifully presented food was in front of them, they fell silent again. The smell engaged Hallie’s senses, making her realize how hungry she was. In fact, she’d barely eaten anything all day.

“Dig in,” Jackson said. “How ’bout some more wine?”

When Jesse moved to refill her glass, Hallie covered it with her palm. “No, thanks, I’ve had enough. I have to be sharp in the morning.”

Once they were alone, they both began to eat. Despite the sexual tension that hummed between them, she was able to enjoy her meal. Jackson had always been easy to be with. She was the high-strung one, the one on high alert. He’d always had the ability to calm her nerves, make her feel cherished.

“What are you thinking about?” Jackson asked between bites.

“Nothing.”

“Liar,” he said softly.

Color surged into her face, but she ignored his innuendo. When she didn’t respond, he took another bite of steak.

Once he’d washed it down with wine, he asked in a casual tone, “How come you never married?”

“How come you didn’t?” she fired back, though she felt the flush on her cheeks deepen.

“Are you sure you want me to answer that?”

“No,” she said quickly. “No, I don’t.”

He chuckled, only to frown as someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Hallie had noticed the man when he came in the door. Although he appeared to know his way around the club, he didn’t look like he belonged there. He seemed ill at ease and unsure of himself. And he certainly was not dressed for the occasion.