perfect bow over a plump bottom lip. âNow I do hair at the spa. I just thought pampering a new mother totally made sense. I remembered how tired and stressed my roommate was after having my goddaughter, Jasmine.â
âHmm. Whatâs your name?â
âOh, goodness.â She laughedâan infectious sound that filled the back of the car. âWe kind of skipped that part, didnât we? Iâm Alexa Malone, but you can call me Lexi. And of course youâre Jethro Calder. I read the article in the Pinnacle newsletter where it showed you and the other executives holding up the lifetime award of excellence for the Pinnacle game. That must have been exciting.â
âYes, it was a nice acknowledgment for the success of the game.â
âI should say so. A top ten seller for ten years, thatâs awesome.â
âItâs actually been for fifteen years and more than half those years it was in the top three, but they wanted to have wiggle room for future awards.â
âWhatâs it like working with Jackson Hawke?â
He frowned. He got that question a lot, mostly from people trying to angle through him to Jackson. But there was nothing in her tone or demeanor to indicate anything other than simple interest.
âHeâs a brilliant programmer, but he leaves the finances to me.â
âOf course.â She nodded and pointed at him.
She used her hands a lot when she talked. He couldnât decide if he found it charming or annoying. Whether he found her charming or was just attracted to that luscious mouth.
âWe all have our talents, donât we? Mine is music. So, Jethro, where are we going?â
Music, he noticed, not dance.
âWeâre going to an event at Caesarâs Palace.â His phone buzzed and he read the text. âAt least I am. Iâm not sure what youâll be doing.â He held up his phone. âExcursions doesnât have your name on file. Who are you?â
CHAPTER TWO
O OPS . L EXI BLINKED at Jethro. Sheâd been caught out. She shifted her gaze to the phone he held aloft as evidence of her culpability and her eyes went wide.
The position of his arm caused his suit and shirtsleeves to slip down revealing his wrist and the tip of the birthmark. Enough for her to see it matched Jaziâs.
The mark reminded Lexi of a dragonfly with a curled tail only kind of blotchy. Sheâd been stunned when she saw it on Calderâs wrist in the picture accompanying the article she told him about. The top execs of Pinnacle had all been holding the award aloft. Calder had been standing closest to the camera and there on his wrist was the same birthmark as her precious Jaziâs.
Lexi had known instantly that he had to be related to the baby, most likely her father. When sheâd read his stance on never having a family, she firmly believed it was a sign. With his help she could get Jazi back.
Between the matching eyes and the birthmark, Lexi had all the confirmation she needed that Jethro Calder was Jaziâs father.
âMs. Malone?â Fingers snapped in front of her eyes.
She blinked and focused on the man next to her, staring into his unreadable features, into Jaziâs blue eyes. Thoughts of how important he was flooded her mind, crippling her with fear. If she blew this sheâd never get Jazi back! And she was about to blow it. Big-time.
Stop. Get a grip.
She drew in a slow, deep breath, released it around a sheepish smile. She only had one option now. She looked him right in the eye and confessed. âIâm sorry. Youâre right, I donât usually work for Excursions.â
A dark brow lifted at her easy admission. âSo you were just at the restaurant to shanghai a date with me?â
âOh, gracious, no.â Now his other brow lifted. Had she offended him? She half shrugged. Best to stick as close to the truth as possible without getting Excursions in trouble. âToday was