Leila’s breath caught in her throat as the figure stepped into the faint moonlight. The sight of him made her heart stop. It was impossible. She blinked, hoping her mind was playing tricks on her, but the man standing in front of her was unmistakable.
“Jack?” she whispered, barely able to believe her own eyes.
Jack Richards. Her ex-boyfriend. The one who had disappeared from her life without a trace two years ago. The man who had shattered her heart and left her with nothing but questions. And now here he was, standing before her as if no time had passed.
Jack’s eyes were shadowed, his face etched with something that looked like guilt—or fear. He glanced around nervously as if expecting someone to be watching them.
Leila’s mind raced. This was the last person she had expected to see, a
