Ivy instinctively turned her head.

There stood Jake, dressed head-to-toe in black, looking at her with a cold, unreadable expression—like an enraged lion ready to pounce.

Jake had imagined all sorts of reactions Ivy might have when she saw him.

Maybe fear? No—Ivy didn’t even know the meaning of fear.

More likely, she’d start a fight with him right here in public.

Or she’d throw the fact that she had once saved his ...