“What would be the point?” Jack replied. “I could say it a million times, and no one would listen. Besides, I think maybe I am good at this.”
Summer’s amusement became pride – a blazing bonfire of pride in the back of his mind, so bright it almost made him trip over his own feet. Bloody Nassai. Just when he was getting a smidge of confidence, she tried to knock him down a peg. And now, the amusement was back.
Gabi’s smile was almost as bright as that bonfire. “I’m glad to hear you say that,” she murmured, patting his arm. “Because you are good at this, Jack.”
Blushing hard, Jack squeezed his eyes shut. “Well, don’t give me too much credit,” he said. “Everything I accomplished was only possible because I had people like you to help me. I freed the immigrants; you were the one who found a
