When she had seen him the day before, he had been a mess. Disheveled, uncouth, and haphazard were the words she would have used to describe him. Yes, he had looked like her Jack. He still made her catch her breath at the sight of him, but somehow it had been different. While he looked more like the Jack she had first gotten to know in that quaint coffee shop all those years ago, something about him had just been downtrodden.
She knew now, of course, that he looked that way because he had been second guessing himself. Could the man who refused to commit, who hated the idea of marriage, actually go through with his plan? She hadn’t thought it possible, and apparently he hadn’t either. Lexi still had her doubts.
For one, she hadn’t told Bekah about their affair in the hallway. The tattered
