Things with Phoebe were going well — unbelievably well. The more time that they spent together, the more Jack's feelings intensified. He cared for Phoebe, deeply, on a completely different level now. So inviting her over for dinner became the norm. Between trips to D.C. and New York, he spent as much time as he could with Phoebe.
He knew that with summer progressing, their time would be cut short, but in the mean time, he was going to capitalize on it.
Jack was mid-sear on a beautiful cut of steak whenever he heard the door open. Phoebe. She could do that now — he'd insisted on it, actually. Just walk in, he'd told her. I know you're coming.
Jack was very much falling in love with Phoebe.
He didn't want to step away from the cast iron and ruin their dinner, so he looked over his shoulder.
"Hi, baby. I'm in the kitchen. Almost done with dinner. Come give me a kiss."










