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“What?” Confused, she stared down at Jack, the sadness inside her near to bursting That da her throat, and she had to clear it in order to speak “Bleeding?”

Jack took two steps up just as several big, fat drops of rain fell onto her face He was eye to eye with her, and thather cells with a need so great it was painful

“Your foot”

Donovan followed his gaze down and stared at the blood pooling underneath her arch It was already dark, having lost its brightness as soon as the air hit it Funny, the blood looked dull and lifeless, as if whatever it was thatwas dead inside of her

She had a feeling that if she didn’t get this straightened out—if in fact she was stuck here with Jack Simon for three days—her heart would look exactly the same when it was all said and done

Old Dull

And utterly crushed

Chapter Five

Jack decided exactly one second after locking his gaze onto Donovan that his sister had a death wish, because right about now, he wanted to wring Grace’s neck What the hell had she been thinking?

His jaw claht as he watched Donovan spin around and hobble the last few steps, throwing open the door of the luxurious guest house and then sla it shut behind her

It was raining pretty good now, and for a few seconds, he wasn’t sure what to do He tore off his ball cap because it did nothing to keep his head dry, and tossed it along with his bags onto the covered part of the porch

He took the last couple of stairs and walked the length of the house, his eyes on the sea and horizon There wasn’t a trace left of blue sky, and the angry clouds that rolled overhead suited his etaway

Pissed off, he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his cargos, eyes narrowed, ry with—Grace for tricking two adults into spending tiether when clearly it was a bad choice for both of the her more than he could ever remember

Pathetic