I came off the couch, dropping the blanket and going toe to toe with him, which meant I was at eye level with his chest, but whatever. “Yeah, I’m going to ask that question and if you’re surprised by that question then you’re an idiot!”

“An idiot?” The large hand wrapped around my phone rose, and he pointed toward my bedroom. “You left your bedroom window unlocked knowing that there is someone in these counties—­”

“I didn’t leave my windows unlocked! Just like I didn’t call you to come over!”

He lowered his chin, his eyes never leaving mine. “We’ll talk about this later, Roxy.”

Every emotion inside me boiled up and spilled over. “This is crazy,” I said, my hands clenching into fists. “You’ve been ignoring me for days. And you—­you lied to me.”

Reece drew back, flinching.

Heedless of the fact we had an audience, I didn’t stop and I knew I should’ve. This was no one’s business and my voice was cracking on every other word, but how dare he stand here and act like he had a right to be here. “You lied too, Reece. You told me everything would be okay and that you’d call me. Yeah, well, call me an idiot, but the last I checked, you didn’t do that and things aren’t okay. ‘Oh, let’s do lunch.’ Blah! You didn’t even text me back, you rat bastard.”

“Oh, wow, this is going in a direction I so did not expect,” murmured Nick.

“Didn’t text you back?” Reece’s eyes widened. “I texted you back on Thursday. I told you in that text—­” He cut himself off. “I texted you.”

Stunned that he would tell such a bald-­faced lie, I laughed harshly. “No, you didn’t.”

Hank glanced between the two of us as he shuffled his weight from one foot to the next. “Uh, guys, I think we need to get back—­”

“Bullshit, Roxy,” Reece snapped. “I did text you back.”

I folded my arms. “Then your text just magically disappeared. Whatever. Don’t you have another call to head to? I think Hank has this handled. Isn’t that right, Hank?”

Hank raised his hands as if he was saying he wanted no part in this. A lot of help there.

“I can’t believe this.” Reece reached into his back pocket with his other hand and pulled out his phone. After tapping the screen, he flipped his phone around. “Look at it,” he said, and when I started to look away, he stepped closer. “Look at my phone, Roxy.”

Blowing out a rough breath, I reluctantly did as he asked—­well, commanded. I gave his phone a quick glance and opened my mouth, ready to fire off something smartass, when I smacked my mouth shut.

What the . . . ?