Page 37 of Hannah and the Hitman

I couldn’t help but smile back. He made it seem so simple. “Just like that? We met on a plane, Jack. This is crazy.”

“Your family is crazy,” he grumbled, glancing away for a moment, probably remembering the horrific dinner. But then his dark gaze was holding mine again. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel whatever this is between us.”

“There’s something here,” I agreed.

He nodded and sighed, as if relieved that I was right there with him in this.

I was Jack’sgirl.I was hisgoodgirl. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it seemed getting fingered was part of it. I could still feel them deep inside me. I probably would for days because he hadn’t been gentle, as if he couldn’t control himself. Inside, I was grinning and jumping up and down. Tossing confetti.

I’d never felt this way with a guy before. I wasn’t a nun, but I also wasn’t Paige either. I knew of her conquests from high school and since it had been almost ten years, I had no doubt her list was much longer now.

Good thing Jack had no interest in being on it.

For once, talking about the tumor and the treatment of it hadn’t made me want to climb in bed and throw my blanket over my head. Brittany was well aware that had been my coping strategy, losing myself in a panicked depression nothing but a ‘the procedure went great, and you should make a full recovery’from the doctor would cure.

Even then, it had taken me some time to grasp what had happened and even more time to realize not every headache meant the tumor was back. I still hadn’t gotten my thoughts worked through completely on the whole thing and still had irrational–and sometimes rational–fear.

Jack’s earnestness was heartwarming. He knew the truth and wasn’t running. I felt… whole. Or like I wasn’t alone. Brittany had been incredible, but she’d never looked at me the way Jack was now. Brittany was my BFF and Jack was my… lover?

I’d felt his hard dick when he’d pinned me against the shelves and found my g-spot like a pro. Hmm, I shouldn’t think abouthowhe was a pro at it. The petty jealousy I felt when Paige wanted to lick him like an ice cream cone was coming back.

He had a past. Only, I didn’t know what it was.

Jack’s cell chimed. He pulled it from his jacket pocket and read the screen.

His face morphed from the gruff but sweet Jack I was coming to know to a serious, hard facade. I saw it the night before in my parents’ bathroom.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

His eyes met mine as he shoved the cell away. He stood, tugged me to my feet. “We have to go.”

I blinked as he threw some bills on the table, eventhough he’d already paid when we ordered, and tugged me out of the restaurant. We hadn’t finished our pizza and wasting the remainder by not taking it to-go.

“What’s going on?” I asked, letting him lead me.

He squeezed my fingers. “Nothing, I was done with my pizza, weren’t you?”

I was almost running to keep up. “Jack, you’re hurting my hand.”

That had him stopping, turning to face me and wrapping an arm around my waist. He scanned the sidewalk, even the road and to the other side. It was a busy time of day since restaurants dotted these few blocks with outdoor seating, taking advantage of the good weather.

“Shit,” he murmured. “I’m sorry, gorgeous.”

“What’s going on?”

He gritted his teeth, then said, “Something came up with work.”

“Again?”

He didn’t answer because he seemed too in his head. “I’m going to take you back to your car.”

I blinked at him. “What? You’re leaving? After what we just talked about?” Had he changed his mind about sticking after all? What had the message been about? A wife asking when he’d be home for dinner? God, had I even asked if he was married?

He nodded, his mind clearly elsewhere, then finally looked at me. “Sorry. I told you my work was hectic.”

“Are you married?” I asked bluntly.

He stared at me as if I’d spoken in tongues. “What? No.”