Chapter 84

“Maybe we should go back to the boat?” He sounds tired. I don’t know how to navigate this version of Jake; it’s more moods than I’m used to. It’s exhausting, but I put it down to the scene with Hunter and the aftereffects of too much alcohol, lack of sleep, and stress. This isn’t him.

“Maybe,” I whisper; at least there, I can go to my room and get some distance, some perspective. Let him alone to get a grip on his roller-coaster mood swings.

“No,” he snaps, surprising me again with a U-turn in attitude. The way he says it causes me to bristle and look up. A sudden mood shift, again?

What the hell is going on with him?

He pulls away and stalks back to the car, stopping at the hood and leaning down to tense his arms against it, broody and aggressive in his stance, unapproachable. I just stare.

“I can’t do this, Emma,” he snaps, his gaze steady on the hood of the low, sleek car. For a moment, I think he may even hit it.

“Do what?” I’m beyond confused