Chapter 1
In the end, Olivia had no choice but to come along.
Sitting in the backseat, she watched as Emily-clearly familiar with the routine-slipped into the passenger seat without hesitation. And in that moment, Olivia understood why Emily had insisted on dragging her
here.
She wanted her to see it. To see everything Jack did just for her.
When the engine started, Emily “accidentally” brushed her fingers against Jack’s hand as he shifted gears.
He didn’t pull away.
The light contact sent a sharp sting through Olivia’s chest. She remembered last inonth, during a training session, when she’d accidentally grazed the back of his hand-he’d pulled out a disinfecting wipe and
scrubbed himself three times.
“Jack, try this,” Emily said sweetly, breaking apart a piece of honey lavender scones and holding it up to his lips. Her sugar-dusted fingers accidentally smeared a bit on the brass button of his uniform.
With Jack’s usual clean-freak nature, anyone else would’ve gotten a thirty-minute lecture.
But this time, when Emily gasped and reached out to wipe it off, Jack merely looked down-and let her.
It was a level of indulgence Olivia had never seen from him.
When they laid out the picnic blanket by the lake, Emily suddenly gasped, “Oh no! I forgot my canteen!”
Without a word, Jack handed her his.
Olivia stared at him. She remembered the last time she’d accidentally picked up that exact canteen – he had snatched it back and snapped, “I’m particular about hygiene.”
Now? Emily took a sip and deliberately left half a mouthful behind. “Here,” she said, smiling. “I saved you
some.”
Jack took it and drank.
For the rest of the day, his eyes never left Emily. Not once.
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Olivia trailed behind them like a ghost, silent and invisible, watching every intimate little exchange
Until Emily suddenly lifted her camera. “Jack, let’s take a picture together!”
Jack didn’t do photos.
Ever.
But this time, he didn’t say no.
With no one else around, he turned to Olivia and handed her the camera
“You take it.”
Olivia took it slowly, raised the lens-and there they were. Jack standing behind Emily, one hand hovering protectively near her waist, as if ready to shield her from the world
She clicked the shutter.
When she handed the camera back, Jack gave her a quick glance. There was a flicker of something in his eyes
-confusion, maybe even surprise.
It wasn’t like her to stay quiet. If it had been before, she would’ve made a fuss. Insisted on being in the shot, or deliberately blurred the focus just to get under his skin.
But today, she’d done nothing,nor even stepped within arm’s reach of him.
He stared at her, like he wanted to say something.
But Emily jumped in with a bright smile. “Let me get one of you two, huh? Olivia’s had a crush on you forever. She deserves a little keepsake.”
Jack’s expression went cold. Instantly.
“No need,” he said curtly.
Then he turned to Olivia. “I’ll never feel that way about you.
Olivia gave a bitter little smile. What a coincidence. She didn’t like him anymore either.
Just then, dark clouds rolled in, and fat drops of rain began to fall.
Jack immediately shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over Emily’s head. “Stay here,” he said briskly. “I’ll
get the car.”
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