Chapter 215

• “He sounded so … broken. The first thing he said was, “How is she?” … That kind of threw me.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “I was all set to yell at him, but then I sort of didn’t. He sounded like a man living through hell, Emma … Not very Jake Carrero at all.”
• I swallow hard, returning my focus to my hand as the tremble in my lips betrays my urge to cry. I don’t want to hear how hurt or different he is. I want to know my domineering cocky asshole is still in there. I need him to be the Jake I love.
• “Tell me …” I stumble over the words like lead in my mouth. “… Tell me what he told you.”