For the very first time since she had met him, Jack looked completely, utterly speechless.
Arora found herself staring at him in the dim, glowing blue light of the rooftop pool for a moment longer than was strictly necessary. It was such a rare, unprecedented sight that she almost doubted her own senses. The man who always seemed to have a disarming answer ready on his tongue, who never missed a single opportunity to tease her or slide past her guard, now stood frozen in the middle of the chest-deep water as though his mind had simply ceased to function.
Water dripped steadily from the golden strands of his hair, tracing cold paths down his forehead, over his high cheekbones, and along his jaw before splashing into the pool around them. His bright blue eyes remained fixed onto her face, wide and unblinking, searching her dark, unyielding expression for something—confirmation, perhaps, or tangible proof that she wasn't playing a cruel psychological game.
