Jack's POV
My heart skipped when I saw him again. I felt this strong urge to just strangle him.
The feeling of dread grew stronger and sharper.
But again, he called her name, "Catherine."
I flinched, looking into his eyes. He moved closer, and with every step, my anxiety grew.
I could take him out this minute, because he invaded my privacy again, after my warning to stay clear.
"Catherine," he called again, this time standing next to her head, his arms slightly raised to touch her hands.
My chest boiled at the sight. I yanked his hands off her abruptly. Looking into his eyes, all I saw was something deeper and stronger. Love.
My heart seethed. The muscles in my bones stretched out in an instant.
Why would he call her name? Do they know each other?
"What are you doing with her?" he asked, his voice sharp as soon as he locked gazes with me.
