*Olivia*
With my back pressed against a mound of pillows and my arms wrapped around my drawn-up legs, I sit in bed, staring at the ornate door leading into the dressing room and straining to hear even a whisper of Jack settling in for the night. Every once in a while, I grow dizzy and realize I have been holding my breath.
Late this afternoon, he sent me a missive informing me he wouldn’t be available for dinner and that I was free to dine with Hunter. I don’t like that he thinks he is in charge of my schedule. I also find it interesting he chose not to find me and tell me in person. Is he avoiding me? Could it be that he’s not comfortable with our relationship shifting away from adversarial? I hardly know what to make of the man, but I’m certain of one thing: he won’t intrude on me her
