#Chapter277
He could hardly admit that he was missing her crazily, pining like some love-sick fool over being apart for an hour. He knew he should be putting down the phone, turning it off, and heading straight out that door to the nearest bar with any of the guys he hung out with. He should be concentrating on finding a woman. Fuck it—twins, and fucking Emma out of his head.
If you’re that bored, how can I deny you my sparkling company?
Fuck.
Walk away, Jake, stop!
