Page 17 of His Personal Stripper

Jack was going to see to that, and Rachel was in a little shock. No, not a little. A lot of shock over what she’d just witnessed. She didn’t know what to say or what to do.

Her gaze followed Jack as he shoved Felicity away from him. “Get your ass out of my house, and if you ever come back here, you better expect some jail time.”

Felicity cried out as she ran from the house. Wallace slammed the door closed and nodded at Jack before leaving. “Make sure he’s aware of who caused it.”

“What?” Rachel asked.

“He’s going to have a word with Felicity’s father. I was dealing with him this evening.” Jack moved toward her and turned her face as he inspected the heated cheek. “Do you want me to kill her?”

“She’s not worth going to prison for.”

“You really don’t get that money does speak for itself.”

“I don’t want to believe that.”

“You still believe there’s good in the world.”

“I’d like to think there is always good in the world.” Her heart was racing. He’d admitted to Felicity that he loved her, Rachel. The girl from the streets who stripped for him and him alone.

Could it, even for a second, be true?

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