The car's engine was long cold, time stretching since Jason had parked in front of Anna's apartment building. His leg bounced beneath the steering wheel, sharp and unforgiving, as if punishing him for still being there.
He told himself to stop but it didn't. If anything, his heel thudded faster on the floor mat.
He resisted the urge to reach for his phone, which was face-down on the passenger seat. If he checked the time one more time, he would fling the phone out the window.
This meant nothing. He glanced at the garment bag in the backseat. Since she hadn’t accepted the reunion invitation, he was here to deliver it himself.
Ethan could've delivered it—a voice sneered in his head.
“Shut the f**k up,” he hissed at himself, dragging a hand through his hair. “One last confirmation; m
