Page 68 of Making Over Maris
He stared at his hands resting on the table, clenched, his knuckles white, feeling like a colossal loser.
“Great. Tristan will go. Jack, can you work with him on the presentation?”
“Sure.”
“And Shannon, can you make the travel arrangements?”
Shannon grinned. “Sure.” And then her face fell. “I hope I’ll be able to fly then.” Everyone glanced at her belly.
“It’s two weeks from now, hon. Should be fine.”
She nodded. “I’ll check with Doctor Pratt.”
Tristan crossed his arms. “I’m not going if Shannon’s not going.”
Adam shot a frown at Jack. “Okay. Okay. We’ll deal with that when we know. Meanwhile, we need to get to work on the presentation. Jenny, are you available to work late tonight?”
Jenny sent Jack a sultry look beneath her lashes. “Absolutely,” she purred.
Sara’s glower was damn near paralyzing.
Perfect. Jealousy. Right on schedule.
He shot a triumphant smirk at Kat.
Okay. Her glower was pretty paralyzing too.
No matter. He could take it.
He could take anything if it meant winning Sara.
“How about you, Sara?” Adam asked.
“Sorry,” she chirped, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I have a date tonight.”
Jack’s heart stuttered. Did they? Have a date tonight?
Freaking awesome—
“With Todd.”
Jack experienced a heart-wrenching Scooby Doo moment. His jaw clenched. He bit his tongue. A metallic tang flooded his mouth.
A date with Todd?
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
“Oh? He called?” Kat. In a smarmy tone. Jack glared at her.
“Yes,” Sara offered in a syrupy voice. “Apparently he’s been out of town.” Why she said this last bit so belligerently, he had no clue.
“And now he’s back. And taking you out to dinner,” Kat cooed. “How lovely.”
“Yes,” Sara spat. “I’m delighted.”
Helplessness, panic, desolation swirled through Jack’s gut in a toxic soup.
She was going out with Todd.
He was fucking losing her.
He hated the expression on Kat’s face.
It spoke volumes.
It said, as clear as day, “I told you so.”
Also, “You’re a moron, Jack.”
But then he’d already figured that out.
