Chapter 103

Zachary stood up and walked into the living room, where Jessica was already slumped over the table. Tears lingered at the corners of her eyes, even in sleep. He wondered if she was crying for that man again. He sighed and crouched to remove her high heels. Then, he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. In one fluid motion, he lifted her into his arms, holding her like a beloved princess. Her smoky eyes groggily fluttered open, taking in his sharply defined features. "Zachary?" she murmured. "It's me," he replied. At the sound of his voice, she pressed against his solid chest, looping her arms around his neck, and burying her face against him. She hiccupped, and the strong scent of alcohol hit him square. His legs wobbled slightly, and he almost lost control. "When did you get here?" she murmured. "I've been here the whole time," he said. "Did you hear everything I said?" she asked drowsily. "Every word," he replied. "Zachary…" she murmured. "Yeah?"