"Mr. Quincy, you really don’t have to be so polite." Winona’s tone was unmistakably distant. "And please, don’t trouble yourself over this. If anything comes up in the future, I’ll let Jude know."
Jackson fell silent.
He understood exactly what she meant: this matter was strictly between her and Jude. Any gratitude owed would be settled by Jude—there was no need for the Quincy family to get involved.
It was obvious she wanted no further entanglement with the Quincys.
Since she’d made herself clear, Jackson couldn’t very well insist.
"I understand, President Thorne. Still, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask."
Winona thanked him politely, said goodbye, and hung up.
When she looked up, she found Elvis watching her, his gaze lingering in that quiet, thoughtful way of his.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Winona poked his cheek, raising an eyebrow. "Is something on your mind?"
"That was Jackson on the phone?" Elvis asked.
"Yeah."
He said nothing more. Winona scooted closer, grinning mischievously. "Don’t tell me you’re jealous over something like this?"
Elvis didn’t answer. He just stared at her lips for a heartbeat—then kissed her, thoroughly and without warning.
“Mmm—!”
Winona hadn’t expected that. She’d meant to scold him for being sneaky, maybe even bite back a little, but before she knew it, she was caught up in the intensity of his kiss.
When he finally let her go, Elvis kept one arm around her waist, the other idly twirling a lock of her hair.
"From now on, don’t talk to him more than necessary."
Winona was still a bit dazed from the kiss, but she managed to protest, "I wasn’t trying to. He only called to thank me for helping Jude. He even wanted to take me out to dinner, but I turned him down."

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