Autumn's POV
I stared at the door like it was cursed.
I knew who it was. Only one person knocks on my door like that—arrogant and annoying, with a strange kind of confidence that pisses me off. I took a slow breath, not in the mood for anyone’s nonsense, and opened it.
And there he was again shouting for me to come out. What on earth is his problem?
My brows furrowed as I looked at him standing there like he had every right in the world to bother me twice in one night. Hasn’t he had enough? I literally smashed a baseball bat on his face not long ago. That should have been enough warning, right?
“What do you want now?” I asked, my voice cold and flat.
He didn’t even flinch.
“Dinner.”
I blinked at him.
“Are you okay in the head?”
“I came to get you for dinner,” he repeated like I
