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Chapter 2 – Getting to Know You

Silence, it surrounded them in a tight vice. Jason is a mystery to Evangeline, like a complex machine and she wants to know what he is thinking and how he processes things. Her lawyer mind is working overtime. The way he moved, pinched the bridge of his nose, everything fascinated her. Maybe it is the silence making him seem so mysterious, but since he isn't chatty, she'll have to bide her time for answers. Due to the nature of the business, he's used to not divulging information and won't give her any answers easily.

Jason is curious about her too, but he feels like he has no right to ask her anything personal. They were thrown into a really bad situation, but she seems like she is a nice person—too nice to have to deal with criminals like him. Her smile and way she carried herself pleased him as did her confidence and it's obvious she's a thinker and wouldn't be rash like some of the other people in his life. Thinking of something Johnny had said to him once, he almost grinned. He would definitely hit that. The other thing he found interesting is that she is clearly keeping quiet because she is following his lead, something his best friend and most of the women he had dated in the past could never quite master. And speaking of leads, he did need to ask her a few things. "Who were you prosecuting in the trial?"

Evangeline head snapped up. She had been reading a book and his voice had startled her. "His name is Damian Smith."

She could see the name resonated with Jason especially since his entire body had tensed. He pulled out his phone and called Sonny.

"Jason?"

"Hey, did you know that Evangeline was prosecuting Damian Smith?"

Sonny let out a harsh breath. "No."

"What do you want to do?"

Sonny closed his eyes. "Frank won't stop Jason."

"I know," he said quietly. "He was toying with her, trying to scare her and then he would have moved in for the kill." It wasn't Jason's style, but Frank is sadistic and likes to play games.

Evangeline bit her lip.

"I need to send a message that she's under my protection."

"We both know that he'll respond more favorably if I send it," Jason said. Frank isn't scared of Sonny, but he knows better than to not be afraid of Jason.

"You can't leave her. Jason, I love her like a daughter."

Jason sighed. "What do you want to do?"

"Maybe you should bring her here and be seen with her." Sonny said thinking aloud.

"Me?"

"I know this is asking a lot, but maybe if Frank thinks you and Evangeline are together, he'd leave her alone."

"Don't you think he'll feel like this is too out of the blue and convenient?"

"Not if we do it right. I'll plan an engagement party. Everyone will show up because they will be curious. You two just need to make it look really believable," Sonny said thinking off the top of his head.

Jason stared at Evangeline. "I'll talk it over with her."

"Call me back."

With their gaze still locked, he put the phone down. "Did it occur to you when you took the case that Frank Smith wouldn't take kindly to you sending his son to jail?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't care?"

"No. He killed a pregnant woman who happened to be a friend," Evangeline said, angrily.

It was the first time he had heard her raise her voice and the fire that lit her eyes was a sight to behold.

"This is bad."

"What does Sonny want me to do?"

"He wants us to come back and announce our engagement."

Her mouth dropped open. "Our what?"

"You heard me."

"No. This is crazy," she said, starting to pace back and forth.

"We may not have a choice. Frank fears me. If he thinks we're together, then he might back off out of respect."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Do you really want to know the answer?"

She plopped onto the couch, her shoulders sagging in defeat as her face rested against her palms.

"I'm sorry. I'll try not to not be so closed off to make it easier on you. It's just something I learned to do along the way for self-protection," he explained.

Her eyes settle on his face as her, her face reflecting surprise at his offer of compromise. "You don't have a problem with this?"

Jason sat on a chair. "I wasn't expecting it, but Sonny has made it clear that you are to be protected at all cost and if this is the only way, then I'll do what I have to in order to keep you safe."

"My career is pretty much over after this," she muttered.

"You could be a defense attorney."

She let out a strangled noise. "I guess I will just have to suck it up. I knew there would be consequences for going after Damian. What do we need to do?"

"Sonny wants to throw a party announcing our engagement. A lot of people will come because they'll be curious. We just have to be convincing."

"You mean act like we're in love?" she asked incredulously. "We barely know each other."

"Then I guess we have some work to do. Don't we?"

She flopped backwards. "Fine."

"Besides, you're a lawyer. There's a fair amount of acting that goes on inside a courtroom. I should know," he said, slightly smiling, which she returned.

He made the call and let Sonny know what they discussed and is surprised to find out that his partner had already made the announcement. "We have until Saturday."

Her mouth dropped open. "That's two days."

Jason smirked. "Then I guess we better start talking."

"You first," she said before getting comfortable.

"I was born Jason Quartermaine. My parents are doctors. I have a brother AJ and a sister Emily. When I was twenty-one, my brother was drunk and crashed us into a tree and I lost all of my memories."

She gasped.

"I had some brain damage and ended up having to learn everything all over again. I was angry and lashed out at everyone because they wanted me to be someone I couldn't be. Sonny hired me and that's how I started in the organization."

"Your family must have flipped."

"They did. We speak now, but it has been a rough road. That happened ten years ago."

"Go on," she said noting that it was kind of funny that he had condensed all of that in a few short sentences.

"I am Sonny's enforcer, partner, and friend," he said before looking down. "Sonny had a son named Michael."

Evangeline knows Michael was murdered.

"He was shot one day when I wasn't there and he laid in a coma for a long time before they finally told us that he was brain dead. I took care of him for the first year of his life. Carly, his mom, had postpartum. I loved him like he was my own, even though he was actually my nephew. Anyway, I had this place built before all of that happened. No one else knows about it and I call it nowhere. It was a place for me to get away and think and it's also where I came after he died. I mourned here, which is why it makes me sad," he said, finally taking a long breath. "I don't think I've said that much at one time in forever." Sonny is used to his one word answers and you could never get a word in edgewise with Carly, so his quietness worked for him.

"Did it hurt?" Her eyes danced with amusement.

"Your turn."

She thought for a moment. "I grew up in Maryland. You know about my father. My mother died when I was a child in a car accident with my younger sister Layla."

Jason is struck by how much loss Evangeline had to deal with when she was younger. "I'm sorry for your losses."

"Thank you," she said quietly. "You know about my relationship with Sonny. I went to law school at Harvard. I've been in one serious relationship with a cop named John McBain, but it didn't work out because he had commitment issues. I like to sing, drink dirty martinis with three olives, and I like to read."

"You sing?"

"Yes. It's one of my favorite things to do. I play the piano too."

"Well, I'll look forward to hearing you then," Jason said, nicely. His phone rang. "Hello."

"Alright, I'm already getting some responses. Your mom just called." Sonny had phoned in an anonymous tip to the newspaper and it had gone viral right away. It is on the radio and some news stations.

"I'm sure she was thrilled."

"She was very curious. She asked me if she could be there."

Jason sighed. "I don't think it's safe. Have Milo tell her that I promise to bring Evangeline by the mansion."

Sonny made a face. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't really have a choice because I don't want Edward at the party. He might piss someone off." He really didn't want the Quartermaines having anything to do with the business anyway.

Sonny chuckled. "Okay. I'll send the message. You're going to have to dance you know and probably kiss."

Jason groaned. "I'll handle it."

"Have Evangeline text me her sizes and I'll have an outfit ready for her. I'm sure Kate will help."

"I will," Jason said before ending the call.

She smiled at his expression. "What?"

"We'll have to dance."

She laughed and got up and held out her hand. Jason sighed and moved towards. "We might as well dive right in."

"There is no music playing."

"Does it matter?"

He put his arms around her waist and she sucked in her breath as her body tingled and then draped her arms around his neck which drew their bodies together even closer.

"See it's not too bad."

"I just don't like doing it in front of a room full of people who are all staring at me."

"Then think of something else. Let's take this a little further," she said before adjusting her arms and laying her head on his chest.

Jason closed his eyes and leaned his face against her head. Her body felt so good pressed up against his. This is going to be harder than he had thought.

Evangeline listened to his heart beat quicken and wondered if he is feeling the same thing she is. After a few minutes of being lulled by the rocking rhythm, she pulled back and gave him a little smile, "Nice."

She could see the amusement in his beautiful blue eyes.

"There's something else."

"What?"

"Sonny said we'll have to kiss to make it look real," he said, watching her response closely.

She halted their movement.

"What? I'm not that hard on the eyes am I?" he asked. Yes, his hair is long, but the way she had looked at him was painful.

"Far from it," she muttered as Jason fought a smile.

"So, how are we going to do this counselor?"

She returned his gaze. "Don't tell me you don't remember how?"

Jason's eyes slightly darkened. "Oh, I remember, don't worry about that."

"Then lay one on me," she said before tilting her head; her eyes held the dare and who is Jason to argue?

He leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against hers before pressing lightly and pulling back.

"You can do better than that. We need to be convincing remember?"

Jason's eyes narrowed and the next thing Evangeline knew, his tongue had swept across her lips, causing her to gasp and then it slipped inside and Jason went to town, pillaging her mouth as their tongues dueled for supremacy. It was passionate and slightly rough, making her body stir and want more. And then suddenly, it was sweet and tender and Jason slowly pulled back.

Evangeline sucked in a ragged breath. "Wow. That was quite impressive."

Jason shifted and looked slightly embarrassed.

"We might have to dial it back a bit," she said, even though she wished they wouldn't have to.

He tilted his head and touched her face gently stroking it with his thumb. "I'm going to have to touch you more."

She licked her lips. "That goes both ways," she said before running her hand down his chest. She could feel his muscles tense as Jason just stared down at her trying to hide the fact that she is completely turning him on.

"I don't think we're going to have a problem with this," he said trying to lighten the moment.

She chuckled. "Neither do I."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Hmmm. I love baked macaroni with cheese. You know, comfort food. What about you?"

"I'm a red meat kind of guy. Steak is probably my favorite," he said.

"Favorite color?" Evangeline asked.

"Black."

"Mine too," she said.

"You'd probably look good in just about any color," he added before he could stop himself.

She smiled. "Thank you. I think you would look great in blue. It would bring out your eyes."

"I've been told that before. I guess I'm a creature of habit. I tend to order the same things, wear the same style clothes. I'm not really that into material things, although I do love my pool table and my motorcycle."

"You'll have to teach me to play some day," she said.

"I would love to. What's your favorite kind of music?"

"Jazz probably, but I pretty much like everything," Eva said.

"Even country?"

She chuckled. "Some of it I like. What about you?"

"Uh, I'm not that into rap or classical. Some of it's okay though. I like classic rock the most."

"What do you hate?" she asked curiously.

Jason let out a breath. They were both swaying again having never let go of each other. "I hate it when Carly calls me because she's in trouble."

"Does this happen often?"

He rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."

She laughed. "She sounds like a handful."

"She is. She's married to Jasper Jax who I can't stand."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because of Brenda which is another one of Sonny's ex's. Let's just say there was a triangle and it didn't end well."

"What else?"

"Uh, I hate Rick Lansing. He's the D.A. and Sonny's half-brother and a total asshole. I also hate lying because, in the end, nothing good ever comes of it."

"I agree," she said although, that is exactly what they'll be doing regarding the engagement. But in this case, reality seemed much more daunting than the lie.

"What about you?"

She thought for a moment. "I hate racial prejudice, liver, peas, waiting in line, men who can't commit, and stupid people."

He smiled. "Except for the men who can't commit, I'm right there with you."

She chuckled. "Good to know."

"Oh," he said, stepping away so he could retrieve her phone. "Sonny needs your sizes so he can give them to his girlfriend Kate Howard."

"Kate Howard is going dress me?"

"Yes."

"Gladly," she said, taking the phone from him and quickly texting everything. "When do we go back?"

"Saturday morning. I'll drop you off at Kate's and she'll handle everything."

"Sounds good."

She followed him into the kitchen and they made dinner together.