Romancing Jack
I sat in the window seat watching the rain as it lashed against the pane. The glass felt cool against my forehead. Cool and numb, just like the rest of me. "Damn! You're good." I raised my head and turned to look at Shane. He had the last of his stuff shoved in his gym bag. I had no idea what he was talking about. "What?" "You. Miss Bitch. You've got that down to an art." I could hear the anger in his voice now. "You're sitting there as if you haven't got a care in the world. I...