Chapter 32

I haughtily stalk past him and yank open the door before he can get close. He’s still pulling our coats up from the chairs, silently and calmly, and I can feel his eyes on me with every step I take.

Catching up with me outside, he drapes my coat over my shoulders wordlessly, sliding his shades over my eyes, and I stop dead on my heels, an old forgotten Jake-ism knocking the wind out of my sails a little. His constant tender care is enough to make my crazy anger simmer back down to a defeated hum. He’s keeping a pace or two behind me. My insides are pricklier than a cactus right now, and that bitch’s face is beaming at me from inside my head.

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I try to ignore Jake’s smug look when I stroll into the open-plan living space, finally awake from my two-hour nap on his bed. I had a tantrum on the way home, making him walk with me while I refused to get in the car as Jefferson drove alongside me at the pace of a snail. It was utterly ridiculous, but I was adamant that J