Nate's POV
"Do you actually have a plan? Or is this some peculiar kind of torture you like to inflict on all your girlfriends?" I hissed angrily into the phone when Jackson called.
"I do have a plan. Can you please just keep an eye on her for me?"
"She's devastated! I've never seen her like this. Not even when her mother died!" The image of Bella collapsing on the floor, surrounded by broken glass and sobbing like her world had ended, flashed through my mind. My anger flared again.
"I'm sorry to leave you to pick up the pieces for me, Nate. I really wish I could be there for her," Jack replied quietly, and I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. "But I can't."
"She's fragile, Jack, and I warned you about this."
"I know. I know..."
"Whatever it is that you've got going on in you
