rested my arms on the concrete and looked up at him. “Do you mean there’s one area where you don’t excel?”
Since Jax had a genius IQ that was off the charts, and was an incredibly curious guy, sometimes he seemed like a very sexy, walking, talking encyclopedia.
“There’s more than one of those areas, actually,” he confessed.
“If there is, I haven’t found them,” I teased as I splashed water at him playfully. “But it’s nice to know you have one or two flaws. A perfect man who knows everything would be incredibly boring.”
He grinned. “But my dysfunction in the kitchen still leaves us with a dinner issue.”
Jax had a housekeeper who came in during the week, and always left a delicious dinner for us every night. But since it was Saturday, we were on our own. We’d ordered out the weekend before, so I offered, “I’ll cook. I don’t mind. I’m sure you have plenty of food in that gigantic kitchen of yours.”
I exited the pool and grabbed the towel on the lounger next to Jax’s.
He shook his head. “You’re not here to work, Harlow.”
“It’s not like I’ve been doing much work at all lately,” I mumbled. “I actually do like to cook.”
“Sit first, and drink the glass of wine I brought you earlier. I’m not really that hungry yet,” he told me.
The moment I sat, and grabbed my wine from the small table between me and Jax, Molly joined me in the oversized lounge chair. She stretched out next to me, and plopped her head in my lap.
I stroked her soft fur as I said with a sigh, “I’m not sure how I’m ever going to give Molly up when you decide you have to have her back.”
Technically, I wasn’t even allowed to have a dog in my apartment. It wasn’t that the building didn’t allow them, but each unit was individually owned. My landlord did not allow pets. Period. Somehow, Jax had gotten him to change his mind. I was fairly certain bribery had been involved. Jax had changed the subject every time I’d asked how he’d managed to convince my pet-unfriendly landlord to agree to Molly staying at my place.
Jax petted his golden retriever’s head. “Since Tango and I have visiting rights every day, I think we’re handling it okay.”
I took a sip of a very good white wine, and admired the breathtaking view of the city lights across the bay. “This is such an amazing house, but I guess I never took you as a Coronado Island kind of guy,” I told him.
Not that the peninsula didn’t have some very expensive homes, and Jax’s estate was one of those pricey properties. Maybe I’d seen him as more of a downtown San Diego, luxury penthouse type of person. Coronado had more of a smaller town, historic vibe, even though it could be crowded and packed with tourists during the busy season.
He turned his head and looked at me, pinning me with his gorgeous, emerald-eyed gaze. “Why not? There’s plenty of SEALs wandering around to make me feel at home, and I’ve always liked it here. There’s even an off-leash dog beach here. Not many of those around anymore.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t even know they had one. Even though I’m a California native, I haven’t spent much time here. I guess I was assuming you were more of a downtown kind of guy who would want to be closer to your headquarters.”
He shrugged. “I have a condo within walking distance of the offices. I used it a lot when I first got out of the Navy, and had to put in a lot of long hours, but I seldom stay there anymore since I got this place. The dogs are good by themselves during the day since they have the electronic dog door, and the place is completely fenced. Plus, my housekeeper is here a lot, and she loves the mutts. But I don’t really want to leave them alone all night.”
My heart melted. How many filthy rich men like Jax were willing to put their dogs’ needs before their own?
Yeah, he liked his expensive cars, nice homes, and custom suits for the office, but there was so much more to this man than just what people saw on the surface.
“It’s so peaceful and quiet here,” I said as I laid back against the headrest of the lounger.
“Which is one of the reasons I like living here,” he shared. “I wanted my privacy, and most of the