Chapter 745

The woman's lips twitched. Usually, lines like that were just clumsy pick-up

attempts—she'd been around long enough to know the type. But this reply? It was

a first.

Is this guy for real?

She sucked in a breath and walked away, her expression stormy.

Jackson, who'd watched the whole scene unfold, had to fight the urge to clap.

Nicholas still hadn't looked up from his phone, totally oblivious to Jackson sliding onto the barstool beside him.

"You've got guts," Jackson said, grinning. "That girl was obviously interested, and you just shut her down like it was nothing."

Nicholas barely glanced up, his mood already sour. "Scarlette's ignoring my calls. Maybe she's off with Morgan again. Lately, it feels like her job's more important than anything else, including me."

Jackson flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink, half-listening to Nicholas's rant about Scarlette. For some reason, his mind drifted to Kaitlyn.

were pathetic, so when Kaitlyn ended things, he'd left her

him alone, too. No calls.

left a bitter taste in his

up in each other that she'd forgotten all about her little affair with

was about to say something

room, chatting with some guy,

around his glass. His jaw clenched

yet. She was still looking up at the guy, asking, "Is it cool if I get your

she'd cornered had that fresh-faced, clean-cut look-definitely the type girls

Clara, Eli, or Seth for weeks, so she'd spent every free moment scouting for new talent. She'd hit up every party, every event, hoping to find someone decent-and tonight,

a college kid: bright eyes, easy smile,

crowd. He reached out

someone

hand

lazy half-smile, twirling her card between his fingers. "On the hunt for new talent, Kaitlyn? I thought you and your husband were still in the honeymoon phase? Or is this your way of moving

flicked over the young guy, cool

poor guy blushed, stammered a quick apology, and hurried

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