Page 108 of Making Over Maris

“I do try.” She sighed, but it was a happy sigh. “I’m so glad you hired me, Jack.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you agreed. I think we’re…good together.” They walked a few more steps before he spoke again. “Do you?”

“Hmm? Do I what?”

“Do you think we’re good together?”

It was a simple question. One she could answer with yes or no. But something in his eyes convinced her otherwise.

It wasn’t a simple off-the-cuff query.

It was something much more significant.

She stopped and took his hands in hers. Gazed up at him, at his handsome moon-kissed face. “Yes, Jack. We’re very good together. I never did thank you, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For everything. For tutoring me in school. For helping me land my job. For being my friend. For all of it.”

“It was my pleasure.” His lips were warm on hers, sweet. A message hovered in that gentle buss, if only she could figure it out. “Did you have a good birthday?”

“The best. I’m so glad you’re here. And that we have three more days to spend together.”

“Me too. I’ve never been to Paris before.”

“You’ve never been anywhere before.” She shook her head. “I still can’t believe you did it. You got on that plane and flew here.”

“I did it for you, Sara.”

“Who knows? I mean, other than Jenny?” It rankled that Jenny knew about them, that he’d asked for her help, but Sara supposed she could forgive them both for that…

“Everyone.”

Sara froze. “Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Including Adam and…Tristan?”

“Of course.”

“They know about us?”

“Everything.”

Her belly lurched. “Everything?”

He chuckled. “Not everything. But yes, they know about us.”

“I can’t believe you told everyone.” A niggle of panic flared in her gut. “What did Tristan say?” Would she have a job when they got back?

“Good luck.”

“What?” Why would Jack need good luck?

He chuckled at the look on her face.

Oh. Yeah. The eleven-hour flight…