Jackson's kept his attention on the plate of steak and beans steadfast as the knife sawed through the blood dripping flesh.  He stabbed the chunk of meat and swirled it through the sauce of the beans before he shoved it in his mouth and worked if furiously between his teeth.<br/><br/>The tension mounted as thick as his steak between the two beauties vying for his attention.  Layla's hand on his leg sparked a twinge in his groin that paused his face feeding frenzy, if but only for a moment.  Guilt crept through his soul at the display before Abby.  Truth be told his feelings for her were far more than she could ever know.  Abby was the spitting image of Sarah, his late fiance, with the personality to match.  From the moment he met her he could not deny the attraction, in fact several times in their moments of intimacy it was all he could do to keep from calling Abby, Sarah, something that she could not and would not ever know.  The scars of Sarah's death ran deep.<br/><br/>The only person Jackson had confided that information to was Lola, and she had long expressed her opinion on the subject to the point she all but forbade him to lay with Abby anymore.  His guts twisted at the look in her eyes between the internal fight to be with her and the fear of crossing Lola.  He so desperately wanted to be with her.<br/><br/>As Layla slipped from the booth and Abby's smile returned he was sure that the relief would be visible.  His skin tingled at her touch and the tension of the trail melted away as she massaged his shoulder.  He allowed a smile to cross his face as he looked deep into her eyes, trying to convey something that he could not find the words for.<br/><br/>Jackson's attention snapped back when he sees Lola coming their direction, over Abby's shoulder, with a bottle in one hand and a discerned look on her face.