Chapter 129
~ Jackson ~
Something was psychologically wrong with me.
I was a man of my words. Always had been. My reputation in business, in life, had been built on integrity. On keeping promises. On being reliable and trustworthy.
But Yvonne was very... sexy and hot and...
Oh f**k! That shouldn't be a criteria for marriage.
I stood at Navine's window, staring down at the garden where I was supposed to get married in less than an hour, and I felt completely lost.
My twins' mother had been in my mind since I'd left Hailey's apartment this morning. That tiny space with its secondhand furniture and hand-sewn curtains and walls painted with such care—it had reminded me so much of my late wife.
Of the apartment we'd shared in college. Of the way she'd made beauty out of nothing. Of the
