Forever, Jack
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Mira assured me she would use the price I had on it as our reserve. I merely went along with it, as I was still in shock that the evening was going so well, that people wanted to write articles about me, and that there were high fallutin’ people here at all.
And Jack.
I was still in shock over Jack. Being here, being in my life, being on the cusp of going public with our relationship. It was almost too freaking huge to contemplate.
The bidding started at one hundred dollars. Jack kept his paddle tucked under his arm and watched me as I nibbled my lip.
An elderly couple, the man tall and gaunt with an air of old money, his elegant wife with a sleek grey bun and wearing an understated black dress, seemed the most interested. All of a sudden Colt raised his paddle, taking the bidding up over a thousand dollars. He winked at me. Joey clapped him on the back, clearly in cahoots.
As the bidding climbed higher, my heart pounded. It hovered at the reserve price for two long seconds, and then Jack tipped his paddle almost imperceptibly. I wouldn’t have noticed except for Mira’s acknowledgement of the bid. I held my breath.
The older couple paused, then the wife nodded again.
“Holy shit,” whispered Jazz next to me.
Shannon was scribbling away madly.
I gulped. The whispering reached disturbing levels as people looked at Jack and watched him watching me.
The elderly couple finally realized Jack wasn’t giving up.
“Going once, going twice,” Mira intoned.
Jazz squeezed my hand.
“Sold!” There was a collective sigh, a release of anticipation.
I grinned, I couldn’t help it. Even though I wanted to tell him he was an idiot for wasting his money. Then I giggled and let go, happy tears clouding my eyes, and met Jack’s smile.
“Well, unless people try and say you planted the other bidders, I think that just proved anyone wrong who says you’ll be riding Jack’s coattails.” Jazz laughed.
“Ha, probably not. But you’re a good friend, Jazz. I love you.”
“I love you too, K.”
Jack went to shake the hand of his co-bidders, and I received hugs and back pats from all my friends. Even Hector, who was wiping his eyes with pride. I hugged him fiercely.
Mira approached with Jack and a photographer. “I need a picture with the artist and the high bidder.” She smiled.
The whole gathering seemed to be watching us.
I wondered if Jack and I should pretend not to know each other. I mean, we probably shouldn’t just hug and kiss right now, but I wanted to throw myself against his tall frame. He looked so damn sexy in his suit. I blushed as my mind went immediately toward being alone with him later. Oh my gosh, there’d be a later, right?
Take a deep breath, Keri Ann.
I smiled.
Jack reached out for my hand, and I slid my fingers into his warm and rough ones, feeling them tighten around me. Then he lifted them to his mouth, and keeping his eyes on me, brushed his soft lips over my knuckles. My cheeks, already flaming, throbbed as more blood rushed to my face.
“I’m telling you there’s something about that dress,” Mrs. Weaton trilled at Jazz.
We posed for pictures, Mira between us, then she stepped away, and I temporarily stopped breathing as Jack’s hand snaked around my waist, pulling me close for Shannon’s photographer. He smelled so good. Expensive. Sexy. Masculine. Mine.
I introduced him to Shannon.
“Shannon’s going to write the true romance version of you guys,” Jazz said. “You just missed that donkey, Tom Price. He was here again, making my girl feel like a stardust-chasing slut.”
“Is that right?” Jack returned smoothly and looked at Shannon. “Are you a freelance writer?”
She nodded as if with Jack resting his attention solely on her she couldn’t get her mouth to work. I knew the feeling. She finally found her voice. “I’m writing for the local paper, but I’m a paid contractor for stories outside of what they’ve asked me to cover.”
“I’ll get us somewhere we can talk then, as soon as things wind down,” he said. He tucked his mouth in by my ear, setting my nerves ablaze. “And maybe after that, I can get you out of that dress,” he whispered.
He pulled away, and I motioned his ear back down to mine. “Only if you keep your suit on.”
Jack exhaled sharply, and clearing his throat, swiftly left my side.
“What was that about?” Shannon asked.
“He had spinach in his teeth,” Jazz answered for me.
The evening took a while longer to wind down, especially after the unexpected excitement of Jack’s presence and the impromptu auction.
I circulated once more, with Jazz as my support, thanking people for coming. When I approached the elderly couple who had bid against Jack, they greeted me warmly and introduced themselves.
“I’m sorry you missed out on Ever Broken Sea,” I offered. “But I do hope you had a lovely evening. I really appreciate the support.”
“Well, actually we aren’t going home empty-handed.” The wife smiled. “We’re enthusiastic supporters of SCAD students. I understand you’ve been accepted to start in the fall. Congratulations. I think you’re very wise to go through that program and not use your early success as a reason not to build a foundation and contacts. Being an artist is a business, not a whim these days. To be successful takes more smarts than luck. But something tells me you are going to be extremely successful.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” I smiled.
I said goodbye and made plans for phone conversations with a few more people. And then when Allison motioned for us to follow her, I quickly hugged Joey and my other guests. Colt offered to take Joey and Jazz home. I’d be riding with Jack.
We moved to a small conference room. Jack gave Shannon the details for his publicist and his assistant. Then he advised her to go ahead and submit the story of my successful evening without our relationship angle if she wanted us to continue being cooperative.
I looked apologetically at Shannon, although she didn’t seem to have a problem with his directives.
He advised her to show us the article first for approval, and if it was good enough, his publicist, Sheila, would put her in touch with some national monthlies instead of having it run just in a local paper.
Shannon gulped and nodded.
I felt oddly detached from the conversation as if we were talking about something affecting complete strangers, not Jack and me. There was almost relief in letting him handle us as a couple in public. After all, if anyone had prior experience, it was Jack. And watching Jack in no-bullshit mode was kind of hot.
From the way he’d handled tonight, I knew he was going to do his best to only have his notoriety work for me, not over me. Regardless of what Tom Price splashed all over the Internet.
Jack reached out and took my hand, sliding his fingers through mine as we sat side by side talking to Shannon about revealing our relationship.
I realized I also had a choice not to let the craziness in.
I was a fighter.
I was strong.
I would protect what I had with Jack, and he would protect me in turn, the best he could. I’d never trusted him more than in that moment.
Shannon left, and Jack and I were led through the now emptying foyer between Sheriff Graves and another officer, and then outside and into the back of a waiting black limousine.
And Jack.
I was still in shock over Jack. Being here, being in my life, being on the cusp of going public with our relationship. It was almost too freaking huge to contemplate.
The bidding started at one hundred dollars. Jack kept his paddle tucked under his arm and watched me as I nibbled my lip.
An elderly couple, the man tall and gaunt with an air of old money, his elegant wife with a sleek grey bun and wearing an understated black dress, seemed the most interested. All of a sudden Colt raised his paddle, taking the bidding up over a thousand dollars. He winked at me. Joey clapped him on the back, clearly in cahoots.
As the bidding climbed higher, my heart pounded. It hovered at the reserve price for two long seconds, and then Jack tipped his paddle almost imperceptibly. I wouldn’t have noticed except for Mira’s acknowledgement of the bid. I held my breath.
The older couple paused, then the wife nodded again.
“Holy shit,” whispered Jazz next to me.
Shannon was scribbling away madly.
I gulped. The whispering reached disturbing levels as people looked at Jack and watched him watching me.
The elderly couple finally realized Jack wasn’t giving up.
“Going once, going twice,” Mira intoned.
Jazz squeezed my hand.
“Sold!” There was a collective sigh, a release of anticipation.
I grinned, I couldn’t help it. Even though I wanted to tell him he was an idiot for wasting his money. Then I giggled and let go, happy tears clouding my eyes, and met Jack’s smile.
“Well, unless people try and say you planted the other bidders, I think that just proved anyone wrong who says you’ll be riding Jack’s coattails.” Jazz laughed.
“Ha, probably not. But you’re a good friend, Jazz. I love you.”
“I love you too, K.”
Jack went to shake the hand of his co-bidders, and I received hugs and back pats from all my friends. Even Hector, who was wiping his eyes with pride. I hugged him fiercely.
Mira approached with Jack and a photographer. “I need a picture with the artist and the high bidder.” She smiled.
The whole gathering seemed to be watching us.
I wondered if Jack and I should pretend not to know each other. I mean, we probably shouldn’t just hug and kiss right now, but I wanted to throw myself against his tall frame. He looked so damn sexy in his suit. I blushed as my mind went immediately toward being alone with him later. Oh my gosh, there’d be a later, right?
Take a deep breath, Keri Ann.
I smiled.
Jack reached out for my hand, and I slid my fingers into his warm and rough ones, feeling them tighten around me. Then he lifted them to his mouth, and keeping his eyes on me, brushed his soft lips over my knuckles. My cheeks, already flaming, throbbed as more blood rushed to my face.
“I’m telling you there’s something about that dress,” Mrs. Weaton trilled at Jazz.
We posed for pictures, Mira between us, then she stepped away, and I temporarily stopped breathing as Jack’s hand snaked around my waist, pulling me close for Shannon’s photographer. He smelled so good. Expensive. Sexy. Masculine. Mine.
I introduced him to Shannon.
“Shannon’s going to write the true romance version of you guys,” Jazz said. “You just missed that donkey, Tom Price. He was here again, making my girl feel like a stardust-chasing slut.”
“Is that right?” Jack returned smoothly and looked at Shannon. “Are you a freelance writer?”
She nodded as if with Jack resting his attention solely on her she couldn’t get her mouth to work. I knew the feeling. She finally found her voice. “I’m writing for the local paper, but I’m a paid contractor for stories outside of what they’ve asked me to cover.”
“I’ll get us somewhere we can talk then, as soon as things wind down,” he said. He tucked his mouth in by my ear, setting my nerves ablaze. “And maybe after that, I can get you out of that dress,” he whispered.
He pulled away, and I motioned his ear back down to mine. “Only if you keep your suit on.”
Jack exhaled sharply, and clearing his throat, swiftly left my side.
“What was that about?” Shannon asked.
“He had spinach in his teeth,” Jazz answered for me.
The evening took a while longer to wind down, especially after the unexpected excitement of Jack’s presence and the impromptu auction.
I circulated once more, with Jazz as my support, thanking people for coming. When I approached the elderly couple who had bid against Jack, they greeted me warmly and introduced themselves.
“I’m sorry you missed out on Ever Broken Sea,” I offered. “But I do hope you had a lovely evening. I really appreciate the support.”
“Well, actually we aren’t going home empty-handed.” The wife smiled. “We’re enthusiastic supporters of SCAD students. I understand you’ve been accepted to start in the fall. Congratulations. I think you’re very wise to go through that program and not use your early success as a reason not to build a foundation and contacts. Being an artist is a business, not a whim these days. To be successful takes more smarts than luck. But something tells me you are going to be extremely successful.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” I smiled.
I said goodbye and made plans for phone conversations with a few more people. And then when Allison motioned for us to follow her, I quickly hugged Joey and my other guests. Colt offered to take Joey and Jazz home. I’d be riding with Jack.
We moved to a small conference room. Jack gave Shannon the details for his publicist and his assistant. Then he advised her to go ahead and submit the story of my successful evening without our relationship angle if she wanted us to continue being cooperative.
I looked apologetically at Shannon, although she didn’t seem to have a problem with his directives.
He advised her to show us the article first for approval, and if it was good enough, his publicist, Sheila, would put her in touch with some national monthlies instead of having it run just in a local paper.
Shannon gulped and nodded.
I felt oddly detached from the conversation as if we were talking about something affecting complete strangers, not Jack and me. There was almost relief in letting him handle us as a couple in public. After all, if anyone had prior experience, it was Jack. And watching Jack in no-bullshit mode was kind of hot.
From the way he’d handled tonight, I knew he was going to do his best to only have his notoriety work for me, not over me. Regardless of what Tom Price splashed all over the Internet.
Jack reached out and took my hand, sliding his fingers through mine as we sat side by side talking to Shannon about revealing our relationship.
I realized I also had a choice not to let the craziness in.
I was a fighter.
I was strong.
I would protect what I had with Jack, and he would protect me in turn, the best he could. I’d never trusted him more than in that moment.
Shannon left, and Jack and I were led through the now emptying foyer between Sheriff Graves and another officer, and then outside and into the back of a waiting black limousine.
