Chapter 19

“Rosalie.” I smile graciously as I arrive. I don’t wait for her to announce my presence to Jake; his door is half-open, so I walk straight in. He’s typing on his laptop. Eyes narrowed in concentration. The sight of him jars me; he’s wearing a pale blue shirt, open, as usual, at the collar, sleeves rolled up. His dark hair is freshly trimmed and styled. He looks too divine for words, and I can almost forget how pissed I am at him for a second. He looks like a model for Businessman of the Year, and I still my beating heart and clear my throat to catch his attention.

“Sit, Emma,” he says without looking up, thrusting a thumb to the chair beside his desk.

Hmmm. Like father like son!

“You’d better shut the door too,” he adds as I move toward the chair. I sigh loudly, then turn and shut the door. I should be acting grateful instead of irritated because I know he’s calling me here to talk about Dan Gabrielle, but what happened between Jake and me last night left me feelin