I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford #2)

Jackson grunted. “It’s a job.”

“How the heck did that even come about? Oxford magazine, right? That’s big-time.” She wasn’t just blowing smoke—Oxford was the leading men’s magazine in the country. A guy could do a lot worse for a backup career.

He rolled his eyes but answered her question in his gruff Texas drawl. “It’s not really that much of a stretch. I was a journalism major in college. Wanted to go into sports reporting if the football thing didn’t work out. And, well, the football thing didn’t work out.” Jackson’s tone was joking, but his eyes were flat.

“So you’re their sports guy?”

He shook his head. “Nah. They filled that role just a few months before the accident.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “Yeah, but you’re Jackson Burke.”

He snorted. “That doesn’t mean anything anymore. And actually, the sports duo is pretty decent.”

“So what do you do?”

“Fitness editor.”

“Well, that sounds like a terrible fit,” Mollie said wryly, giving his impeccable physique an obvious once-over. Jackson Burke was built like…well, a quarterback. He was six-three easily, with broad shoulders and drool-worthy biceps, all paired with an easy agility.

At least he used to be agile, Mollie thought with a stab of regret.

The worst of the car accident’s injuries had been to his shoulder, but something had messed up his hip as well. The first time she’d seen him on camera after the accident he’d been limping, just slightly, and while she knew most people had seen only the resolute set of his jaw signaling that he would get better, she’d only been able to see the misery in his eyes.

“Do you like it here?” she asked.

“Hell no.”

His bluntness made her laugh. “Careful. You’re talking about the city of my heart.”

“Yeah, well, the city of your heart has too many damn pigeons. They’re everywhere.”

“You can’t dislike a city because of the birds.”

“Says the animal nerd.”

“Well, at least you’re staying free of the rats and roaches,” she said. “What with your five-bedroom penthouse on Park Avenue.”

He gave her a surprised look, and Mollie burst out laughing. “Oh my God. I was joking, but I hit it dead on, didn’t I?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s four bedrooms.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m having drinks with a man who lives in a penthouse on the Upper East Side.”

“Where do you live?”

She winced. “Ugh. Speaking of animals…”

He held up a hand. “Gross. Explain.”

Mollie blew out a breath. “Well…my place on the Lower East Side was fine when I was twenty-three and could barely afford a box of pasta. But I’ve been through a string of roommates ranging from awesome to annoying, and I think this latest one might break me.”

“Messy?” he asked, knowing Mollie’s neat-freak ways.

“That. And he—”

“He?”

“Yup. His name is Austin. Seemed nice enough at first, but failed to mention that he’s on a cabbage diet.”

Jackson frowned. “That’s not a thing.”

“I know. And get this. Pet tarantula. For real.”

“But you like bugs.”

Mollie gave him a withering look. “I don’t like bugs. I find them interesting. But not as pets. And besides, spiders aren’t—”

“Are not insects, I know.”

She patted his arm. “Impressive. But anyway, my place always smells like steamed cabbage, and I know that spider’s going to go missing someday soon. So I have to move, and I just…ugh. Moving in New York City is the worst.”

“Where are you moving to?”

“Whatever I can afford, I guess. I just hate the whole process. Finding a broker, and making sure your landlord’s not a weirdo, and—” She broke off as she realized whom she was dealing with. “You don’t know about any of this, do you, Mr. Millions?”

His smile was apologetic. “I confess I bought directly from the developer of my building.”

“You bought?” Mollie shook her head. “Of course you did. I’m having drinks with a man who can afford to buy a place in Manhattan. Hell, you can probably buy the whole city.”

This was so not her world. Even with her new makeover and attempts to get out there into the dating world, her reality was a lot more petri dishes and lab coats than it was champagne and hot men in suits. This was more Madison’s world. Madison’s man.

Except not anymore.

“So how does one go about finding a new apartment in New York?” he asked.

“Kim used to date a broker she said is pretty good. From there it’s figuring out what I can afford. After this latest roommate disaster, I’m hoping I can swing something on my own. Maybe a studio up near the university. It won’t be so bad, I guess. I’m due for a change.”

He lifted his eyebrows and took another sip of his drink. “Aren’t you a bit young to be having the itch for a change?”

Mollie rolled her eyes. “Perhaps, but I hear they have great nannies up in that area, so hopefully I can find someone to make sure the lid’s on my sippy cup nice and tight,” she said.