~ Jack’s POV

I saw Mara carrying a tray of food, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. She was wearing a red, sultry dress, one that clung to her curves and left very little to the imagination. The neckline plunged low, revealing more than I was comfortable seeing, and her eyes glinted with something that sent a wave of frustration through me.

Not this again.

"Mara," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled a slow, seductive smile that only made my ...