That made Summer laugh. “I’m not complaining.” With a deep breath, she added, “Let’s go face the beast.” She climbed out of the little car, squared her shoulders, and strode up the path to her apartment door. A tall, dark-haired figure slouched against the wall beside it, arms folded in a black leather coat. When she approached, he shoved himself up with one shoulder and loomed over her while she unlocked the door.
Isaac raised an eyebrow at the man, watching him for a few moments before clearing his throat. “Personal space?” he said to him, waiting for him to back off. “You seem a little unnecessarily close. And it’s coming off as clingy.”
“Who the fuck are you?” the man growled at the curly-haired teen. “It’s none of your business what I do with what’s mine.” Summer’s shoulders tensed at the words, though she wasn’t quite sure why — Jesse couldn’t blackmail her concerning Isaac, because Isaac already knew. And this was part of why she wanted a bodyguard, right? But it was hard to break the habit of months of control.
Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, Jesse pointedly right on her heels. “He’s helping me with some of my papers,” she lied.
Jesse sneered, glancing at Isaac. “Uh-huh. I told you not to see anyone. Don’t make me do it, Summer. It’ll be your fault if he gets hurt, because you couldn’t do what you were told.”