“Jesse is my obsessive, blackmailing, crazy ex.” She turned in her seat to try to catch Isaac’s eyes and instead found herself tempted to tangle her fingers in his curly hair. Stay on track, Summer, she admonished herself. “He broke up with me, but he won’t let me go now. I doubt hurting him is going to do a lot of good, and he’s going to pitch a fit the minute he sees you.”
“He’s going to assume you’re my boyfriend.”
Isaac raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “So what if you just told him that I’m not your boyfriend?” he suggested, wondering how the idea hadn’t crossed her mind.
“He’ll call me a liar and beat you up anyway.” Well, a liar and a lot of other hurtful things — nothing she hadn’t heard before, but standing in the face of the emotion behind it was another thing. “Now’s your time to back out, before we go inside.”