In Marina’s dream, her phone rang, and it was Jack, laughing at her naiveté. She pulled a pillow over her head to shut out the nightmare.
All night she’d tossed in her lonely bed, angry yet still worried about what happened to him. Stupidly, perhaps. Most of all, she was upset with herself for letting yet another man get to her. First, Grady in San Francisco, and now, Jack.
How could she have been so blinded by his charm, his intelligence…and Leo and Scout? That needy trio was like catnip to middle-aged women, and that’s what she was, no matter how good her hair looked or how many new dresses she wore.
Could Jack be just another Grady—the man she’d been engaged to who’d publicly dumped her for a younger model? That had destroyed her career, too. She had her conniving younger colleague t
