Lucy's POV
Jack's body went rigid beneath me, his eyes turning to ice as recognition dawned.
"Get off me." His voice sliced through the dim room, devoid of any warmth.
I didn't move. Something about the vulnerability in his face-even as he rejected me-made me bold. He'd been drinking himself into oblivion over Anna Shaw again. The thought made my chest ache.
"Jack, please," I whispered, my fingers trembling as they reached for his face.
"Let me be here for you. I can help you forget her."
He recoiled from my touch as if burned, pushing himself up against the headboard.
"I said get off." The coldness in his tone cut deeper than any shouted insult could have.
My heart hammered against my ribs, desperation rising like floodwater.
Anna Shaw had everything-money, status, a thriving company, Marcus Murphy's protection, and even Jack's undying devotion. What did I have?
Nothing but the feelings threatening to burst from my chest.
