Free Running From Destiny by Christa Lynn

realize he ha s not said much about himself. So, I take the initiative and ask. “What about you?”
    “What about me?” He responds with an empty look in his eyes .
    “You ask so many questions about me, but you haven’t actually been forthcoming about yourself.”
    He grunts and shakes his head. Not sure what that means exactly, but I continue to look at him silently willing him to answer.
    Jackson raises his hand to the waitress, summoning our check. He glances at it without flinching and lays a couple of large bills on the table. He pulls out his phone and sends a text, then stands and comes around to pull out my chair. Wait. There is no way this was that easy. He has been on me like white on rice since I met him last night, surely he is not going to let me get away that easily. He presses his hand at the small of my back directing me out of the restaurant to the waiting limo at the curb. Damn that was quick!
    Then I think maybe I have pisse d him off for asking about him. Hey, if he can be all nosey and in my business, then turnabout’s fair play right?
    He helps me get in the back of the car and then he settles in next to me, his man ly scent drifting into my nose. A subtle cologne and musk. And the heat from his leg so close to mine is almost too much to bear. But I stay put, probably because I can’t move. A shiver creeps up my spine and settles at the base of my neck. Jackson leans forward and rattles out my address. So he is taking me home. Whew, I exhale a breath and immediately suck it back in.
    How did he know my address? I never told him. Wait. Heather. Damn that girl and her interference. I sure hope she’s home when I get there, cause we are going to have a little chat. That is, if I don’t kill her first. Yes, I know. I talk about killing Heather a lot. Especially this weekend. Not sure what has gotten into her, but I’ve had it. She’s outdone herself this weekend and it’s time she stops interfering in my love life. Or the lack thereof. I lean my head back on the seat and close my eyes as we pull into traffic.
    “Alexandra. Wake up. We’re here.” Jackson nudges my shoulder.
    I shoot my head up and I look around in confusion. I suddenly have no idea where I am. Oh wait, the limo, but at least my outside surroundings are familiar. We are at the security gate to let us into my apartment complex. I fish around for my card and move to get out of the car. “Um, sorry about that. Thanks for dinner and the ride home. I can walk from here.” I move to get out of the car, but a strong hand wraps around my arm.
    “No, we can take you the rest of the way, just hand your card to the driver and he’ll pull through.”
    Shit!
    Its bad enough he knows the complex I live in, but do I really want him to know the exact apartment? Turns out, he already knows. This guy is something else, I say. Once we arrive at my building, Jackson helps me out of the car and the driver retrieves my bag from the trunk, both of them walking me to the door. Thankfully, my apartment is entry level, because I am not sure I would make it up any stairs. My legs feel weak and my brain is foggy from my nap. This guy is really stressing me out too.
    We reach the door and I insert my key, but the door flings open before I can get the door unlocked.
    Heather.
    Thank goodness she is here. Though I am surprised. Actually, no I’m not. She seems to spend more time at my apartment than her own. “Hola chica!” She screams and I flinch. “Whoa, what happened to you?” She looks at me, then looks at Jackson with one eyebrow raised.
    “Alexandra took a little nap in the limo. She’s fine.” Jackson answers.
    “Mmm, hmm. Okay.” Heather responds, though I think she thinks something more happened.
    I step through the door and the drive r sets my bag down just inside. He doesn’t come in, nor does Jackson. “Thanks again for dinner and the ride home. It’s been.....an adventure.” I shyly say, though I know it’s not exactly what