Chapter 67

Late at night, Zachary stood quietly by her bedside, gazing down at Jessica. His gentle fingertips traced the tear stains at the corner of her eyes. Was she crying for Derrick? A sour pang of jealousy filled his chest. "Jessica, we have all the time in the world," he murmured. … The next morning, Jessica woke to the shrill ring of her alarm. Whether it was because of the jet lag or the tears she had shed the night before, her eyes were swollen and sore. She glanced around the room, but Zachary was nowhere to be found. Even the warmth he had left behind had faded. Sitting up, she noticed the clothes still clinging to her body, and the memories of last night came rushing back. Heat rose to her cheeks. How was she ever supposed to face him again? After washing up, she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Mary, when did he leave?" she asked. She hadn't called him by name, not even "Honey". She only referred to Zahcary as "he". Mary, who was prep