Stephanie Garber

Jacks ground his jaw. “You’re a nasty piece of work.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“So am I,” Jacks said.

“Why haven’t you gone in yet?”

“Maybe I was hoping you’d show up?”

“Don’t worry, love, I have them.”

If Julian remained locked outside, it was because he’d pushed her in ahead of himself. He risked what he’d wanted so she would be all right.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rethink my offer and consider that kiss?”

but even though he’d left her on a couple of occasions, each time it was only for a short duration and he always came back.

Specifically, a black tattoo shaped like a heart

why are you doing this?”

“I’d think that answer was obvious.”