His eyebrows shot upward. “Boyfriend now, huh?”
He was already picking a fight. I scoffed and moved to shut the door, “Bye, Jack!”
“Wait, wait, wait.” He stopped the door with his hand. “Can I come in sis? I won’t be Dad this time, okay?”
“No.”
“It’s like a hundred degrees out here.”
“Go home then.” I tried to shut the door, and he stopped it again.
“Jules, come on. Things have gone so bad between us for so long, and I made it worse. I want to fix it.”
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. They were begging for another chance. Jack was annoying and overbearing at times, but he could turn me into a puddle. Not sure if that is because we were twins, or if his charm had that effect on all people. I thought of the way Sadie seemed to melt with him and how he had always breezed through every class at school, had friends, and was successful at everything he ever did.
Must be a Jack thing.
I huffed in frustration and stepped aside from the entryway for him. “Fine.”
He flashed me a much more confident smile. Already knew he had me in the bag.
Drat.
He strode into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Grabbed the tea pitcher and poured himself a glass. Jack wasn’t a sucker for all the Southern-fried food like I was, but ever since we relocated from Chicago, his weakness was the sweet tea. “So, you and Moore are a thing now?”
“Jack, you said—”
“Don’t be defensive! I’m just asking. Making conversation, that’s all.”
I sighed. “Yes, we are. Decided to make it official that very morning.”
“You aren’t worried about his record?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Did you really come here to harass me about this?”
He held his hands up to either side. “No, I swear I didn’t. Just wanted to talk to you. Talk about him. Not be enemies anymore.” He nodded towards the bouquet on the counter. “Also brought you flowers in case you didn’t notice.”
I rolled my eyes. Flowers. Such a Jack move.
“I don’t want flowers. I want you to let me make my own decisions and stay out of them.”
“I just love you. And I worry about you getting hurt again.”
I kept my arms crossed over my chest. “I know that, but when you come storming into my apartment, hurting people I care about and bossing me around, it doesn’t feel like love!”
He set his sweet tea down and leaned against the counter. “You’ve made some poor decisions, so I feel like I need to help you.”
“That’s true. But it’s not your job to suddenly force me to make the decisions you think are best. I know you are protective, but it comes off as controlling.”
He blew out a breath and shook his head. “Sadie told me that yesterday.”
“She did?”
“She accused me of having attachment issues and controlling her.”
