Chapter 36
Jessa stared critically at herself in the mirror and took a sip of wine.
Her silver tank came together just beneath her neck, leaving the tanned skin of her collarbones exposed on either side. She wore no bra for the straps to show, her pert breasts tenting the fabric of her shirt suggestively.
She turned to the side, a swath of golden skin showing between her top and her white jeans, the tiniest strip of hot pink panties visible at her waist.
Her makeup accentuated her best features. Gray eyes, full lips, shapely brows.
She was ready.
Unless time had changed the leader of HERO Force, Jax would be easier to find than a toucan on a sandy beach. Summerville had exactly one hotel, which just happened to be situated directly across the street from its only bar.
He was exhausted and it was over two hours to Dallas, so he’d be staying the night in town. But right about now, he would be at the bar drinking whiskey. If she was lucky, he’d been there for a while.
The slightest jangle of nerves rattled in her stomach as she pulled out of the drive, but she never wavered in her intention. Jax Andersson had taken away the only two things that mattered in her life — Ralph, and the baby she’d miscarried when Ralph died.
No one could bring her husband back, but in the hours since Jax left her house, she’d realized he could give her the only other thing she wanted.
Jax Andersson owed her a child, and it was time for him to pay the piper.