"Roy?" Barbara raced over to greet him only to stop short. "You- you're not Roy."
Jackson lifted one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the redhead in front of him. āYouāre right, Iām not Roy.ā He gave her an obvious once over, and after deeming her worth talking to, he spoke again. āThe nameās Jackson. Jackson Whittemore.ā He gave her one of the lopsided smiles that had most girls - and some boys - swooning at his feet.
















