Page 62 of Making Over Maris

“Sara?”

Oh. Was Kat still here? “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

No. She wasn’t.

“I swear to God if he dumps me for Jenny, I’ll… Aw, hell. I don’t know what I’ll do.” She hated the tears pricking at her eyes.

Incomprehensibly Kat chuckled. Sara glowered at her.

“He’s not going to dump you for Jenny, Sara.”

“You don’t know that. Look at them.”

Jack glanced up and saw her mooning over him. He smiled and sketched a wave. But then a funny expression flared in his eyes…and he shot Jenny a smile as well. A flirty smile. Then he laughed. Put his hand on her arm.

Her arm, for God’s sake.

Sara’s belly lurched.

He peeked at Sara but then his gaze skated over to Kat. And he winced. Froze. Then he ducked his head and went back to work on Jenny’s computer, finishing it up in seconds. And then he left.

Kat turned around with a small smile.

Sara knew her well. “What just happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

Kat shrugged. “Nothing, Sara. Nothing happened. And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a conference call.”

But Kat didn’t have a conference call. When Sara passed her office on the way to the computer lab a bit later, Kat wasn’t there.

She was, however, in Jack’s office—Sara could see her through the floor-to-ceiling window—and the door was closed.

With a huff of annoyance, Sara stormed back to her office. She tried to focus on her work but her mind kept slipping back to Jack, to the glory of night before and the misery of this morning. She found herself incessantly glaring at Jenny’s office—even though Jenny wasn’t in there.

She hated the thought that she’d given herself to Jack—and she hadn’t been enough for him. That he’d only used her for target practice.

Kat was convinced he didn’t have the hots for Jenny but Sara wasn’t so sure. Jenny was beautiful—if you liked a tropical porcupine vibe. Sara was just, well, Sara.

But she’d never been a quitter.

She didn’t completely understand these bizarre new feelings for a guy who’d always been there. Who’d never tripped her trigger before. But she knew she didn’t want this to end. Yet.

Besides, Sara had a weapon in her arsenal Jenny didn’t. She knew Jack. She knew his secret.

Clearly she was going to have to step up her game.

A plan began to coalesce in her mind and before it was fully formed, Sara was out of her chair with her purse in hand.

Trisk would have what she needed to amp up their play.

She could only hope it would be enough to capture his complete attention.

“Hey there, Jack.”