Chapter Thirty-Two
Jasmine
After Donovan stopped knocking and calling my name, I kept staring at the door. Part of me desperately wanted him to come back. But I was still pissed off.
I looked at my phone screen again, his last text glowing back at me. We need to talk.
“About what?” I muttered aloud.
Since my card game with the girls, I’d felt even more out of sorts. I was such an i***t. When Donovan texted me, all I could think was how he hadn’t even mentioned that Janet asked him to help with my studio. I had no idea why that bothered me, but it did. Whether it was rational or not, somehow, I’d convinced myself that if he took us seriously, he’d have said something.
He wanted to talk. I did not. I felt so stupid. I was at peace with letting go of Glen. Oddly, coming to terms with ho
