As the door creaked open, my heart lurched with dread. And there he was—Jacob—just as I had feared. I tried slamming the door in his face, but his hand shot out, wedging it open with ease.
The last thing I needed today was more drama with him.
“For the love of God, Jacob! What are you doing here?” My voice cracked with anger and frustration. “Why can’t you understand we’re done? Done! It’s been over two weeks—get over it. I’ve moved on. You should too.”
“I demand you talk to me.” His tone carried an authority that only stoked the fire burning in my chest. “You can’t just end things like that.”
“You don’t have the right to demand anything from me!” I snapped. “Remove your hand, or I’ll slam this door and break it.”
“Do it,” he dared, eyes glinting. “If that’s what it takes, but you wil
