Afterburn

personal. For me it was always personal. I cared.
    “I’ve got my reasons,” I admitted, Jax now being one of them. I’d worked too hard to have him stroll in, toss his money around and ruin everything. “But I wouldn’t screw you over. It doesn’t get Lei or me anywhere if you’re not successful. I promise you, I won’t disappear as soon as the ink is dry.”
    “And now I’ll know how to track you down through your folks,” he said, relaxing.
    “Over thirty years in the same location.”
    “I guess that’s as good a guarantee as anyone can get.”
    * * *
    M Y FAMILY PULLED out all the stops when we got to Rossi’s, deducing who Chad was from my previous descriptions. We were seated at a corner table and everyone came by to introduce themselves, giving Chad a heaping dose of Rossi hospitality.
    I had Chad take the bench seat facing the rest of the restaurant, while I took the single chair across from him. I wanted him to feel the energy, to see the faces of customers enjoying a great meal. I wanted him to remember why he wanted what Savor was offering him.
    Over a toast, he said, “You’re right. This place is great.”
    “I’m never going to lie to you.”
    He laughed, and I enjoyed the sound. It was a bit wild, a lot free. Very much like the man himself. I was attracted to him on a comfortable level. Nothing like the explosion of body and mind I’d felt from the very first second I’d laid eyes on Jax, but then no one elicited that reaction but Jackson Rutledge.
    “Smart bringing me here,” he said, running his fingertip around the lip of his wineglass. I suspected he’d prefer beer, but he didn’t ask for it. “Making me see you’ve got the business in your blood, too. It’s not just a job.”
    “My family just opened our second Rossi’s in Upper Saddle River.”
    “Where’s that?”
    “New Jersey. Posh as hell. My brother Nico is spearheading it. Just passed the three-month mark.”
    “So why not hook your family up with the Mondego?”
    “It’s not what they want. They want this—” I gestured around the restaurant with a sweep of my hand. “Community. Franchising was never their dream.”
    He studied me. “You make it sound like your dreams are different.”
    I sat back. “I suppose they are. I want to help them get what they want, but I want something different.”
    “Like what?”
    “I haven’t found it yet.” Although I thought I had. Once upon a time... “I figure I’ll know it when I see it.”
    “Maybe I could help you pass the time while you’re waiting,” he suggested boldly.
    I smiled. “It’s an idea, isn’t it?”
    Maybe he was what I needed. It’d been too long since my last boyfriend. I’d been working hard, leaving little time for socializing. I didn’t fool myself into thinking I would magically have immunity to Jax if I got laid, but it wouldn’t hurt. It would certainly take the edge off life in the interim, and Jax wouldn’t be staying in New York long. His life and work was split between D.C. and northern Virginia, and soon enough, another Rutledge would need him for something. He was the family fixer.
    I leaned forward, opening myself to the possibilities.
    Chad’s mouth curved in a very male smile, the slightly triumphant one of a man who knew he was going to score. He reached for my hand, his gaze drifting over my shoulder in a lazy way. Then he stilled, his brows lowering in a scowl. “Fuck.”
    I knew who he was looking at before I turned around.

Chapter 4
    A N ALL - TOO - FAMILIAR CHARGE swept over my skin. I decided not to turn and give Jax the satisfaction of seeing my face, which probably showed my surprise, frustration and irritation.
    He had cast-iron balls to come into Rossi’s after the way he’d broken my heart. My family would remember him—remember that last night we’d all spent together. We’d been in New York on a quick weekend trip to introduce him to the family I talked so much about. We’d stayed long after the restaurant closed, eating and drinking and laughing with my brothers and my parents. They’d fallen in love with him just as I had. That was the night I’d come to believe we were in it for the long haul.
    I hadn’t seen him again until he’d walked into the bar at the Four Seasons.
    Chad looked at me. “You invited Stacy, too?”
    “No.” Confused, I finally looked over my shoulder. Seeing Jackson helping Stacy out of her jean jacket made my teeth grind. Chad hadn’t known where we were