“He squints his eyes at me with an intense glare that makes me squirm. I don’t know if it’s the intense pain in my shoulder or his stare, but something sends a shiver down my spine. I have now extended to my full height and look up to realize this guy is towering over me, not looking too happy. I become aware of our close proximity and take a step back, averting my eyes from his intense gaze. I clear my throat and fumble with the edge of my apron, looking down as I say, ‘Sorry ’bout that.’ I hear no response. I wait a moment, then I look up and he’s gone.” Spencer Hastings knows one thing for sure: he hates Jack Summers. Everything about him. He hates his rude manners, his intense stare, his restless movements. But he just can’t lay a finger on why Jack Summers unnerves him so much. Until now.