I start to cuss at Jesse but he hangs up on me. That asshat.
I turn back to Shane, my lips pressed angrily into a thin line. My heartbeat is escalating a little bit because Jesse is on the other side of the door but that doesn't mean he is forgiven. It's just the undeniable effect he has on me.
"What's happening?" Shane asks me, his fingers brushing my hair from my face.
"Just open the door. He won't go away."
"He is here? Girl what are you getting married to? A psycho?"
"Maybe worse. He will pick that lock in thirty seconds."
"I would sue his ass if he did that. He is trespassing."
"You don't want to go that way with Jesse. He is friends with the police."
"And my dad is friends with the president. Ask me who is more powerful."
"Okay Shane. You made your point. Now open that do
