I bite the inside of my cheek as Jenson pauses for effect.
“Told him that’s the last thing I need.”
I snort. “That’s even worse than the last one! Where the hell do you get these from?”
“My Uncle Perry was a comedian.” Jenson grins as I throw one of my couch cushions at him.
“Liar.”
He throws his hands up. “I swear on Monty’s life.”
“Don’t bring my baby into this,” I shriek.
He holds my eyes until we both burst into laughter.
He’s right. We have had a fun day. I always do with Jenson. He’s silly and makes everything seem like a game. And I think he secretly loved taking me to my casting. He grinned and said hello to every model we saw, before asking me their name, then repeating it to himself like he was memorizing them all.
“You want another soda?” I ask.
Jenson's eyes widen as the sound of my front door slamming shut echoes through the hallway. He leaps to his feet, and I whip my head around, peering over the back of the couch. Only my father has a key to my apartment.
“Stay here,” he instructs. But he’s barely taken two strides before a dark hulk comes tearing into the room.
“You. Out. Now.” The harsh growl that comes along with it has me jumping up from the couch.
“Denver? What the hell? How did you get in?” I ask.
Dark green eyes meet mine for a millisecond, and my core clenches at seeing him again. He’s in his usual suit, but where he’s usually composed, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are wild like he’s about to lose it any second.
“Now,” he hisses at Jenson. “We need to talk.”
“Woah? What’s the problem?” Jenson says.
Denver advances on him, stopping inches from his face.
“You had one job today. What was it?”
Jenson glances at me with uncertainty.
“Don’t look at her, look at me,” Denver snaps.
Jenson’s face hardens, and he squares up to Denver. “I did my job. She’s safe, isn’t she?”
“I heard you laughing from the elevator.”
“So we’re not allowed to have fun now?” Jenson scoffs. “Come on, man. This is Sinclair. She’s not just a client. She’s a frien?—”
“I’ve been gone for one day. One day!” he rages. “And I come back and find you laid out eating popcorn.” He sneers as his eyes snag on the large bowl that’s tipped over on the couch.
“I asked him to stay,” I snap, trying to step between the two of them. But Denver wraps a strong hand around my waist and somehow maneuvers me to one side whilst keeping his eyes pinned on Jenson.
“This doesn’t concern you, Sinclair.”
“Of course it damn well does.” I fight to get between them again, but Denver stands firm, ignoring me.
“You texted me while she was working out to tell me that jackass had his hands on her again.”
Jenson juts up his chin. “Yeah. He did. You told me not to smack his face in because she likes him.”
