Chapter Six
Gwen was avoiding him.
He knew when someone didn't want to talk to him. Although Gwen was her usual kind self, she had a reserve about her that made Jack seethe. When she handed him his morning coffee days after their aborted kiss, she looked like she wanted to bolt as fast as she could.
Jack didn't understand it. He might not be the greatest at understanding a woman's feelings, but he understood signals. Gwen had done everything he'd expect from a woman: she'd tilted her head back, her pupils had dilated, and she hadn't removed her hand from his arm. She hadn't pulled away at all–at first.
But then he'd felt her stiffen. When he saw fear in her eyes, he'd felt it like a slap to the face.
Tossing a net overboard, Jack said to himself, "What the f**k was that?" Of course, n
