Chapter 100

But she feared she wasn’t fooling anyone. The hunger to see Jack gnawed at her composure, her restraint. Yet the fear of getting sucked into his charisma again, of being duped by her own want, of stupidly clinging to him and giving him the power to hurt her again, kept her away.

Deke shrugged. “Whatever works.”

“If he wanted to see me that bad, he knows where to find me.”

“He’s got the Catholic guilt thing down pat, Morgan. He knows he fucked up, and he’s not going to push his love on you.” “He doesn’t love me!” she shouted.

“He does,” Brandon cut in. “He told me himself, in two languages. I’ve never seen Jack care too much about any one person in his life. I had no doubt when I looked at the man that he loves you.”

Morgan sucked in a sharp breath. Was it possible she meant more to Jack than just a revenge fuck? Had she come to mean more than the means to fueling a vendetta?

“I can see your thoughts all over your face, doll. Granted, spending one morning