Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Fiona glanced over, frowning a little. What was Jackson still doing here this late? And how did he end up running into Jane of all people?

Jane was fiercely protective of her-there was no way she'd let Jackson just walk away, not after everything. Luckily, Tyler's call came through right then and distracted her. Fiona only half-registered the voices by the door.

"Jane, just let him go," Fiona said quietly.

Jane looked at her like she'd lost her mind, pulling Fiona aside and whispering, "Are you serious, Fiona? After how Jackson treated you, you're just letting him off? No way. I swear, I'll make him apologize."

While Jane was busy ranting, Fiona took the chance to wave Jackson off. If Jane kept going like this, she'd never let it go.

Jackson caught the signal and nearly laughed. Fiona looked like a little kid, waving her hand all frantic like that.

He didn't stick around. He slipped out fast-if he stayed any longer, people would start waking up, and then things would get messy for Fiona.

the time Jane turned back,

she'd catch him for sure. Maybe then she could finally

I could've set him straight for

was still early, but she headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up, not even

calm, Jane suddenly felt a pang of

Did I mess up?

have confronted Jackson at the door, huh? Should I

from her wash. Room service had delivered breakfast, and

down, slathered butter on her toast, added an

but she never did. The silence stretched, and so did anxiety The competition was starting soon, and

anything. How

supposed to ask?