The Accidental Wealth

Chapter 110

Jackson leaned against the polished mahogany bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. The ice clinked against the glass as he sipped, savoring the smoky flavor. Isabella sat across from him, her legs crossed elegantly as she sipped a brightly colored cocktail.

"So," Jackson drawled, "where's your boyfriend? What was his name again? Mike? Mitch?"

"Mark. And he's on his way."

"Ah, right. Mark." He nodded sagely as if he'd known all along. "The elusive Mark. You know, I'm starting to think he might be imaginary."

"Please. As if I'd need to make up a boyfriend."

"I don't know," he teased. "Maybe you're just trying to make me jealous."

"Oh, you wish." she flicked a cocktail napkin at him. "Trust me, Mark is very real. And very late, apparently."

He glanced at his watch. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Only about twenty minutes," she sighed. "He texted saying he got held up at work."

"Ah, the old 'held up at work' excuse," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "Classic."

Isabella smacked