Page 29 of A Heart Worth Finding
“We’re in a car,” she reminded him gently.
“Right,” he said, throwing himself back against the seat hard enough that the tiny car actually shook with the force of it.
“Are you gonna make it?” she asked. The last thing they needed was Jack hurling all over the inside of this cab and having to pay cleaning fees.
“This is our song,” he said, ignoring her question.
“This is…what?” she asked, confused by the abrupt shift in conversation.
Jack didn’t respond; he simply hummed along to the faint notes filtering through the speakers. And she realized…
“‘Wonderwall.’”
Jack reached up and clumsily booped her nose. “Because you’re gonna be the one who saves me.”
“From yourself?”
“Yes,” Jack said, smile unfurling slowly.
“Well, you certainly needed it tonight.”
“Different person,” he said, as if that explained everything.
Jessica sighed heavily through her nose. “I never want to hear that phrase again as long as I live.”
“Whatever you want, sunshine,” Jack said sleepily, and she pinched his arm to force him awake. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
Throat thick with emotion, she whispered, “We don’t even know each other.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled. “My life changed the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“How can you know that?”
One of his shoulders lifted in a half-hearted shrug. “Just do.”
With that, his eyes closed and stayed that way, his breath evening out, and Jessica could do nothing but sift her fingers through his silky hair, thinking that, maybe, he was right.
The cab driver pulled up to the end of the long drive leading to the resort and, in broken English, said, “I leave you here.”
“Right,” Jessica groaned, then turned to her companion. “Jack.”
“Yeah, sunshine?” he asked, voice a breathy whisper.
She smiled, reaching out to brush some of his floppy hair out of his eyes. “We have to get out and go inside now.”
“Mmmmno,” he said, lips curving down as he burrowed deeper into the seat.
“Jack,” she said, pulling on his arm, but yanking on him was like trying to move an impossibly heavy statue.
“No!” he said, more forcefully this time.
She leaned closer, until her lips were a hair's breadth away from his ear. “I’ll give you a blow job upstairs,” she whispered.
He shot upright and reached for the door handle, his alcohol-addled brain fumbling his movements.
With a smirk, she reached past him and pushed the door open, unceremoniously pushing him out. Jack landed in a heap on the concrete, Jessica scrambled after him, and the cabbie took off before she’d even fully closed the door behind them.
“C’mon, big guy,” she said, kneeling and hauling one of his arms across her shoulders. “Let’s get you upstairs.”
