Turning into the parking lot of her apartment complex, Summer rolled her eyes. “As far as whomever’s hunting me goes, you can do whatever you like, though killing them is probably off the table. Jesse … is a different story.” She turned the car off and slumped back against the seat. “Especially since he’s here.”
“Who’s Jesse?” he asked in confusion, raising an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need some details,” he said, shaking his head a little and looking out the window. “This might be easier if I was a wolf.”
“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.”