Halia looked at the man in front of her. He had saved her three times, he was caring, protective and he was very good looking. If he wasn't a criminal, she would definitely fall for him.
Meanwhile, Jackson looked at the woman in front of him. She was beautiful, tough, brave, caring and sweet. All these years, he had ignored women because his life was too dangerous and unpredictable. But, for some reason, Halia was like a drug that he wanted to get more of, even though he knew he shouldn't.
At that moment, a loud crack of thunder suddenly roared across the sky and a thunderstorm started. Halia quickly looked outside.
"I'm going to pack this and get going before the storm gets any worse," she said.
"Why don't you stay here until the storm's over?" Jackson offered, secretly not wanting her to leave. "Besides, I think I still need your help with a few things."
