#* zach

Jack heard the backdoor close, the scuffle of shoes against the hardwood floor bringing a ghost of a smile to her lips as she lent back against the kitchen counter - glass of neat vodka in hand. Like hell she was about to waltz back into Marina and leave running into Zach to chance. It wasn't like her to willingly lose control of anything in her life - this would be no different. "You didn't even change the locks," a velvet pur settled against her lips as he entered the kitchen, "That's almost sweet of you." Or incredibly stupid, considering she'd left and taken more from him than she'd needed - or wanted. Better that he hated her