I get out of the car, wishing like hell I knew what I was going to say. I’m annoyed all over again that she lives here with him as I walk up the pathway to their house. The house doesn’t suit Whitney at all. It’s not particularly small, but it just doesn’t look like her. She always talked about having a red brick house with large bay windows and a porch and a gray stone terrace in the back. I’m fairly certain I still have the pictures saved in my phone of one she found on Pinterest she’d sent me for “inspiration.” While this house was nice, it didn’t have any of those things making me believe that she’d just moved in with him. I’m almost to the door when she opens it and storms out, her wavy chestnut hair flowing behind her like she’s a model on a runway. She was still in that sexy jumpsuit that showcased her tits and a gorgeous tan but she’d kicked off her heels and was currently barefoot. Immediately my eyes dart to the ground to make sure she doesn’t step on anything.

“Can you not take a hint? How did you even figure out where I lived?” I shoot her a look as if to say do you think it was hard? “Of course, one of my freaking parents. Don’t you feel like shit obtaining information about me under false pretenses?”

“No.” I rub a hand behind my neck. “Well, yes. Can I come in?” I ask against my prior judgment of not wanting to go inside.

She tucks a hair behind her ear and if I wonder if she’s nervous. “Inside my house I share with my fiancé? No.”

“So, you want to do this outside in front of your neighbors?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

Her eyes dart between all the houses surrounding hers before turning back to me. “No, I want you to leave.”

I ignore her request. “Tell me about him. About this Parker. What makes him so special that you’re not willing to even hear me out? Because there was a time you told me you’d never love anyone like you loved me. That there could never be anyone else.” There were so many nights she’d whisper into my skin after just making love that she would only ever love me. That I was it for her. Her soulmate. The love of her life.

I’d told her the same.

“And then you left me!!” she screams and she curses herself before looking around and I don’t see anyone outside but it doesn’t mean they aren’t looking from their windows. “I don’t want you to come in. I…” She bites her lip. “We have cameras.”

I nod, slightly annoyed but also pleased that at least that means she’s safe while she’s here alone. “Can we go somewhere and talk then?”

“Jacob… us being alone… I just…,” she continues to stumble over her words. “I hate that you’re pushing this so much and forcing me to have to say it.”