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Jack moved so quickly that she didn’t even have time to react. He had the older guy pinned to a building, his hand on his throat. “Do not touch my woman! Understand me!”

What . . . who . . . her heart raced in shock. Who was this guy? She had never heard Jack sound quite this . . . dangerous.

And his woman?

Yikes.

“Get off him! This is assault!” the other man screeched.

Monkeyballs! Jack was going to get into trouble. She rushed over to him. “Jack, let him go! Now!”

“He hurt you!”

“I’m fine. It was only because it was my sore wrist. I’m good, he didn’t hurt me. Please, Jack! I need you.”

Jack let the guy go and he slumped on the ground, taking deep breaths as he stared up at Jack in fear.

“Jack,” she said shakily. Her entire body was trembling. Then she was pulled against Jack’s firm body and held tight as he moved them past the group who were glaring at them.

She was still shaking when they reached his truck, which he’d already unlocked. Opening the door, he lifted her in and reached across her to grab the seatbelt.

Maggie didn’t even try to take over; she just sat there and let him take care of everything.

Running to the other side, he climbed in and drove off.

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Maggie glanced over at Jack and saw the way he was holding the steering wheel. His knuckles were white.

“Jack, are y-you all right?”

He shook his head and she sucked in a trembling breath. She didn’t think they were headed in the right direction for the hospital, but she didn’t protest.

Suddenly, he turned off and parked in a big lot that looked out over the ocean. It was a breath-taking view, but she didn’t have eyes for anyone but the guy sitting beside her. His jaw was tense as he stared out the window.

“Jack?” she whispered when she couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Don’t be scared of me.”

Shock filled her. What?

Is that what he thought? That she was now scared of him?

“I’m not scared of you, Jack.”

He turned to face her. His face was completely blank. Which was kind of terrifying. This wasn’t her Jack.

But perhaps this man was also Jack. He was intense. He could be threatening. Deadly.

However, she wasn’t actually scared of him.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

He raised his hand to her, holding it out. As though daring her to touch him and prove that she wasn’t afraid.

So, of course, she put her hand in his without hesitation. “I’m not.”

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