Jack didn’t give her a chance to second-guess it—her breath hitched when he got up from his seat and walked over to her. Her eyes searched his face like she was terrified of what she might find and even more afraid she might not feel anything at all. Not after how Carter destroyed her heart.
But she didn’t fear Jack. If she got hurt then so be it. Feeling numb wasn’t a way to live.
She wanted to let go and feel everything.
Without a word, he bent and swept her into his arms, effortless like she weighed nothing. Her soft gasp echoed against his chest as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He held her like something precious, something breakable—but his grip was firm, possessive, certain. His eyes never left hers.
Molly’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel
