Chapter Eight

Jackson

Jackson Weathers paced the floor of his office. For the second time this week, he was nervous and it drove him crazy.

Emma was on her way up to see him. She’d told him that she’d made her decision and was coming to speak to him about it.

And now he was terrified she was going to say no.

He’d been pleasantly surprised by how much fun he’d had on their date. It was something that he’d done hundreds of times, but she made it fresh and fun. He loved that she actually enjoyed eating and could hold a conversation that wasn’t entirely about herself or celebrity gossip.

And that kiss. He’d taken three cold showers to deal with the feelings that popped up each time he thought of that kiss. She was something special and he could only hope that she was going to come up here and say yes.

He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she turned him down.

A timid knock on the door drew his attention.

“Come in,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound too forceful. He didn’t want to scare her away.

Her da