~ JESSICA ~
I watched Jack walk into the bedroom, and after a minute or so, watched him stroll back into the living room with his shirt and boots on. I cringed inwardly when he thanked me for the meal and almost stopped him when he headed for the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air.
Damn it!
I shouldn’t have acted the way I had. I knew he was angry. Maybe not at me, but at himself, and I didn't want him to feel that way. That wasn't the reason I'd pulled away.
I'd pulled away because of him. I didn't want to complicate his life any more than I already had. He had done so much and sacrificed so much for me, a stranger. He deserved so much more than I could give him. He deserved stability and love without baggage, and that was exactly what I was—baggage.
Sighing, I finished
