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dead inside of her.
    She had a feeling that if she didn’t get this straightened out—if in fact she was stuck here with Jack Simon for three days—her heart would look exactly the same when it was all said and done.
    Old. Dull.
    And utterly crushed.

 
    Chapter Five
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    Jack decided exactly one second after locking his gaze onto Donovan that his sister had a death wish, because right about now, he wanted to wring Grace’s neck. What the hell had she been thinking?
    His jaw clamped tight as he watched Donovan spin around and hobble the last few steps, throwing open the door of the luxurious guest house and then slamming it shut behind her.
    It was raining pretty good now, and for a few seconds, he wasn’t sure what to do. He tore off his ball cap because it did nothing to keep his head dry, and tossed it along with his bags onto the covered part of the porch.
    He took the last couple of stairs and walked the length of the house, his eyes on the sea and horizon. There wasn’t a trace left of blue sky, and the angry clouds that rolled overhead suited his mood. So much for a relaxing getaway.
    Pissed off, he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his cargos, eyes narrowed, mouth tight. He didn’t know who he was more angry with—Grace for tricking two adults into spending time together when clearly it was a bad choice for both of them, or himself for taking one look at Donovan and wanting her more than he could ever remember.
    Pathetic.
    She’d cut him out of her life like he was cancer and never looked back. In fact, after that last week together, he hadn’t laid eyes on her until Miami. Jack had spent two years involved in the most tumultuous, crazy, passionate relationship of his life, and in the blink of an eye, it was over.
    Sure they spent a good amount of their time arguing over just about anything and everything, but they’d spent an equal amount of time making up. And it was the making up part that had ruined him for any other woman, because the sex had been sizzling. Never had he been with a woman who’d responded to him the way Donovan had and even though he knew she’d felt the same, it hadn’t been enough for her.
    The sad truth was that he’d been all in, only he’d been all in by himself. He’d been so far gone for her that he hadn’t realized it until it was too late.
    Jack Simon had mistakenly thought he had the world by the balls. It was a sobering reality check to find out things were the total opposite.
    Donovan’s career took off, and she’d ended things with a Dear John letter. A fucking letter. Even now, the thought of it made him wince.
    She’d ridden the fame train all the way to the top, and there had been no room in her life for a relationship. Not even with a guy like Jack who would have given her everything.
    So why the hell was he thinking about her in ways that would only bring him trouble?
    He’d like to think it was because he hadn’t been laid in months and those long hot showers weren’t cutting it anymore, but truthfully he wasn’t so sure. Something was still awake between them, and he knew that she’d felt it. He’d seen the way her eyes widened and then got dark. Heard her breath hitch. Hell, he’d done the same. The chemistry between them was as hot as it was back in the day.
    And now he was stuck here with her. Pretty fucking inconvenient.
    “Damn,” he muttered leaning his hip against the railing, eyes now fixed on the French doors that opened onto the porch. He stared at them for so long that they blurred and as the rain continued to fall, he closed his eyes.
    It had been raining the first night he’d ever laid eyes on Donovan.
    In Nashville with his brother Teague who was home from assignment in Afghanistan, the two men planned on catching up and watching their cousin Maverick perform at a place just off the strip. Rick, as they called him, was a talented musician, and it would be good night.
    They’d headed out around eight and by nine, the