Chapter ４７

Anything he did had to be massive in order to get Jessey back on his side—and in his bed. Charley spun in a leisurely circle, his thoughts racing. The standard "I'm an asshole and I'm sorry" presents would be ineffective. Chocolates, flowers, and jewelry would not make Jessey pause long enough to listen to him. But there was one thing that would, something she desired beyond all else. He was leaning against the desk. "I've had an idea. It's a last-ditch effort, but it's all I've got."

His whole life had been turned upside down in only two weeks. Jessey had arrived, bringing with him a breath of fresh air he hadn't realized he needed. Charley didn't want to return to the nothingness that had been his life before she—the time between jobs was something he avoided like the plague. He was looking forward to anything other than his clubs and tattoo business with her.

It was time to reclaim his lady.