Doug Allen announced moments after escorting JD and Grace into an interview room. Of average height and weight, with average features and average brown hair in the expected FBI black suit, Doug waved for them to take seats. JD let the name sink in, waited for it to trigger a flood of memories. All it brought was a sledgehammer beating in his head. An acknowledgment, of sorts, of its familiarity. “Oh, my God.” Grace breathed. He glanced her way to find her staring at him wide-eyed. “What?” “Jackson Hawke. Oh, my gosh, JD. You’re a billionaire.” Her eyes narrowed as she ran her gaze over him. “You shaved off your goatee. And you’re bigger in person. You’re not missing.” She turned that intense regard to Doug. “He’s not a missing person, or I would have put it together.” Billionaire? Goatee? JD ran his fingers over his clean-shaven chin, still reeling from hearing his name.
What do You think about His Unforgettable Fiancée?
