Jack seemed to focus on her shoes. That was weird. Totally weird. Why wasn’t he making eye contact?
“This is April?” Sarah asked.
“Welcome to our home, April,” Ben said, holding out his hand. “I’m Ben.”
“You own the company.” April struggled with a touch of hyperventilation. “Kitty just barged into your house.”
“April.” Jack moved to her, tilted her chin up. “It’s just Ben and Sarah’s place. It’s okay. They’re cool.”
“We don’t mind,” Sarah added quickly. Which was nice. Jack had said she was nice.
April should breathe.
Really, she should.
“We’ve actually just been hearing about all of you,” Sarah added, sweeping her arm wide. “Why don’t you come into the backyard?”
April? April didn’t want to go anywhere. Jack was here. She’d come to see Jack.
“Yes.” Rachel looked like she’d recently finished a sprint. “Kitty, let’s leave these two alone. Please. For the love of all that matters in this life.”
Oh. Sarah had meant the others.
Not April.
April should stay put.
No. She shouldn’t. She needed to make her point clear.
She stepped into Jack’s chest, pressing her face against his pecs—they were great pecs—heaving with relief.
They had found him.Shehad found him. He was here.
“I totally messed everything up,” she said, lifting her lips to his neck. Because, hey, she was too short to reach his ear.
Or he was too tall. Same thing.
He smoothed her hair as she soaked in the feeling of him.
She didn’t need her training wheels anymore. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want him by her side.
“You messed nothing up. Your numbers look fantastic,” he said with a press of his lips against her forehead, the whisper of his breath against her skin.
“Do they?” she asked. Because, well…after telling off Betsy and finishing the show, she’d had a one-track mind. That track being Jack.
“You haven’t looked?” he asked, leaning back. Which was a bummer, because then his breath wasn’t right there.
God, she wanted every part of him. His breath. His heartbeat. Everything. She’d never known a pull this strong before.
“I came straight to you.” She heaved a huge lungful of air. “I haven’t looked.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he said, like he meant it.
Like she hadn’t screwed everything six ways to Tuesday.
“You did it,” he whispered.
She nibbled at her bottom lip. “But I screwed up with you. The rest of it doesn’t matter if I don’t have you.”
