“Don’t call me anything, in fact. I don’t know you, and maybe you don’t know the real me either.” Jesse scoffed. “Bullshit. And you know it.” He rounded the queen-sized bed and stood off to the side, keeping his eyes steady on her, noticing the way the comforter kept rising and falling in time with her deep breaths. “I know everything about you.” “Well, I’m trying to learn more about you.” Her gaze flicked to the iPad. “You’re not exactly an open book, and I expect you’ll keep your trap shut. Like always.”
