Never mix business with pleasure. Especially when he looks like that. I'm supposed to be focused on three things. Growing my marketing business. Buying my cheating ex out of it. Not noticing how Jackson Callaghan wears a suit. Unfortunately, Jackson is gorgeous, successful, heavily tattooed under all that tailoring, and very much my client. He should be strictly off-limits. But when he offers to help untangle me from my toxic ex, late-night strategy sessions start feeling less professional by the minute. He's protective, impossible to ignore, and far too good at making me forget every sensible thought I've had. One night shouldn't hurt. One hook-up shouldn't change anything. But Jackson Callaghan doesn't feel like a mistake I can walk away from.