The Heartless Rebel

“I care about you,” he said, breaking into her tormented thoughts. “I want you.”

Cara sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Jack, but that’s not good enough for me. Because I do want the fantasy. I want love and marriage, even though it terrifies me, and I want to be someone’s life and soul. I want to be with a man who can’t live without me just as I can’t live without him.”

He moved onto the balcony to join her, took the glass from her. She willingly handed it over and he took a sip before giving it back. He refused to think about the intimacy of the gesture, the ease with which he could get used to this.

He wanted to reach for her, pull her into the curve of his body and just hold her. Because he wanted to be close to someone.

“You’re a cruel woman, Cara Taylor,” Jack said, pulling her from her tangled thoughts.

“How can that possibly be?” she said softly. “I’m helping you, aren’t I? I could have left you for Bobby to finish off.”

“I almost wish you had. It would be easier than watching you look at me like I’m an ice cream cone. Do you want to lick me, Cara? “