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marrying Jack, for convience or otherwise, wouldn’t be hard at all.
    Not
one bit .

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
    “So tell me Maddie ,
what really happened?”
    They were sitting out on the porch,
feet dangling as they swayed slowly back and forth in the big swing. After two
glasses of wine she was starting to relax, even with her thigh pressed to
Jack’s, her arm bumping him every time they swung back.
    “You know, part of me still wonders
if it was somehow my fault. That maybe it’s something wrong with me that made
things turn out the way they did.”
    Jack slung his arm around her,
tugging her closer. She let her head fall onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut tight because she didn’t want to tell him. It had taken her
long enough to deal with what she’d seen, what had happened. Airing her dirty
laundry to anyone wasn’t something that came easily to her.
    “Sweetheart, I’m a guy. I know that
guys do shitty things to women all the time, but it doesn’t mean whatever he
did to you was your fault. You got that?”
    “Can I ask you something?” Her
voice was quiet, lower than usual, and she only had the confidence to ask Jack
because she wasn’t looking at him.
    “Anything.”
    “Do you, well, do you honestly find
me attractive? I mean, would you…”
“Hold up,” he said, retrieving his arm and sitting back to look at her. He was
holding a beer bottle in his other hand, and he took a swig before shaking his
head at her. “You’re seriously asking me that?”
    Her skin was burning. She never
should have asked him, but after what Peter had done to her…
    “ Maddie ,
come here,” he ordered, holding out his arm again. But this time he didn’t
cradle her like a friend giving comfort, this time he set down his beer bottle
and put his arms right around her. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before…”
    Jack leaned in more aggressively
this time, nothing like the slow, gentle embrace and kiss earlier. This time his lips crushed hers hard, his fingers spearing through her
hair, anchoring her in place, forcing her to tip her head back and surrender to
him. Every inch of her was screaming out to tell him to stop, that this
was taking it so much further than an innocent kiss between friends, but
another part of her – that part was telling her she deserved to feel wanted
after what she’d been through.
    Jack pulled back, then leaned in for another quick kiss, his lips hovering
over hers, teasing her.
    “You get it this time?” he asked.
“Or am I still not making myself clear? Because there’s a
whole lot more where that came from.”
    Maddison shook her head, bottom lip caught between her teeth to try to stop from
laughing. “Yeah, got it.”
    “Just a yeah? Jeez, what’s a guy got to do to convince you?”
    His words hit home, made her straighten
up a little. “Not sleeping with another man is probably a good start,” she
muttered.
    “Hold up, what?” Jack’s eyebrows
were pulled close together. “I don’t like men , Maddison . I mean, fuck .
Where the hell did that come from? You’re not talking about me right now, are
you?”
    She wished she hadn’t even said
anything. But not telling Jack had suddenly become impossible.
    “Not you, you idiot,” she said,
shaking her head to try and push the mortification away. “My
ex.”
    “Liked men?” Jack asked, leaning
forward for his beer. “You mean he was gay?”
    Maddison sighed. “What I mean is that I found him in bed with a man. I walked in on
them, in our bed, doing…”
    “I get it,” he interrupted, holding
up his hand to make her stop. “And you had no idea?”
    She shrugged. “Three years and a
marriage proposal later, and I had no idea he was using me.” She looked to the
sky, wondering for the hundredth time how she’d been so stupid. “But the worst
part was that he didn’t even try to explain himself, like he didn’t even care
that he’d hurt me so badly. We’d been planning our wedding, I’d gone off birth
control