Justifying Jack (The Wounded Warriors Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Jack urged, taking an orange and black paper streamer out of Marithé's hands. Unlike the diminutive woman, who required a folding chair to reach anywhere near the low ceiling of the fellowship hall, at his height, he could reach by standing on tiptoe. Tucking one end under the plastic divider between the ceiling tiles, he moved forward several paces, allowing the streamer to swag. “Thank you,” Marithé replied softly, her voice tainted with a hint of something… something Jack couldn't quite identify. He glanced at Marithé and saw she was looking at him with a considering expression. I wonder what that look means. She seems to make it more and more. He met her eyes and winked, causing her cheeks to darken even while her eyes glowed. She's attracted to me. The unexpected signs of interest warmed him, bringing something to life inside of him. Jack determinedly cut off his train of thought, preventing it from carrying him any further. Turning back to his task, he chastened himself.
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