“Maeve!” Both Jack and Elijah exclaim at the same time when I wrench open the door as I start to feel suffocated inside.
“Jack?” Lady Ambrose breathes as she looks out to see why I stopped.
He blanches. “Rose?”
Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe the situation, and of course, that’s when I burst out in a snort-laugh because all I could think of was… Jack and Rose… in the Titanic.
Oh, this ship is going down!
In my last and desperate attempt at dignity, I bite my tongue to stop the bubbling hysterical laughter and I keep my eyes focused on Elijah. “Take me home now, Eli. Please.”
Jack stubbornly blocks my way as I try to pass through the door. “Maeve, you don’t have to go with this guy, he’s just taking advantage of you—” He grabs my arm and I stare at him in disbelief.
How dare
