As I observed my vastly improved attitude around Jack—no longer the cold and standoffish behavior of before—Zara's eyes sparkled with anger.

"Sofia, I do hope you won't be sorry today," she replied.

And with that, Zara turned and strode away, struggling to keep herself from bursting into a fit of temper if she remained any longer.

How was I fine when I departed the previous time and now so besotted with him within a month?

Seething in her vehicle, Zara was preparing to activate the engine when she was struck by an unsettling realization. When I had asked me about whether I still had feelings for Jack, I had ceased....