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.

always thought people who couldn't let go were pathetic, so when

stung was that she'd left him alone, too. No calls. No texts. Not even a hint of checking up

it still left a bitter

was married. Maybe she and her husband were so wrapped up in each other that she'd forgotten all

drink, frustration simmering. He was about to say something when he glanced up-and there

was across the room, chatting with some

grip tightened around his glass. His jaw

looking up at the guy, asking, "Is it cool

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

for new talent. She'd hit up every party, every event, hoping to find someone decent-and tonight, finally, she'd spotted someone worth chasing. No way

kid: bright eyes, easy smile, the kind

reached out to take Kaitlyn's

he could grab it, someone

frowned, following the hand up

his fingers. "On the hunt for new talent, Kaitlyn? I thought you and your husband were still in the honeymoon phase? Or

over the young guy,

guy blushed, stammered a

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