The second I walked through the door, Jesse’s arms locked around me. His hug was fierce, almost crushing.
“Mira, where were you? I was worried sick.”
I held his hand and tugged him gently toward my room. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time.”
Inside, I asked for a minute to freshen up. In the bathroom, I washed my face, scrubbed away the sting of tears and the heaviness clinging to my skin. By the time I changed into sleep clothes and joined Jesse on my bed, he was waiting, his eyes sharp with unspoken questions.
He didn’t waste time. “Cade came here. Looking for you.”
“I know,” I said softly.
Jesse frowned. “How?”
“Because I stopped at his place before coming back.”
The silence stretched, but I could see the question choking him. I exhaled. “I ended things with Cade.”
His mouth press
