HIRAM’S POV:
I know I should have handled things with Juniper better. The weekend stretched out painfully, with every attempt to focus thwarted by her silence. Not one call answered, not a single message replied. It shouldn’t bother me this much, but it does. And now I’m pissed. I cannot tell whether she’s doing this to get under my skin or not, but she’s succeeding.
Today’s Monday, and I’ve got her class first thing. As I pull into campus, I force a deep breath, trying to push back the growing storm of irritation gnawing at me, but it’s useless. I’m angry. Angry that she won’t give me the courtesy of a response, and, damn it, I don’t care if that makes me an ass. Maybe she’s right. I want her to listen, to follow my lead, and it kills me she’s slipping out of my control.
Parking, I str
