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Jacob Harts did not like the look he was getting, not one bit. He hated to see her glare at him as though he was an enemy, a bad man who wanted nothing but to see her cry. He looked at her golden brown hair and eyes as she stood in front of him. They both seemed darker than they usually were, and he could only hope that all was well with her. He knew that it would not kill him to ask, but Jacob was worried it would show her more interest than he wanted to. And he could not risk that, not with everything going on with Frida.
Marika let out a sigh as she looked around. Not that she cared, but she needed to be sure no one was listening in on their conversation. If anyone was going to tell Frida about her feelings for Jacob, she wanted it to be her.
"Why do you hate me, Jacob
