“Rosalie.” I smile graciously as I arrive. I don’t wait for her to announce my presence to Jake; his door is half-open, so I walk straight in. He’s typing on his laptop. Eyes narrowed in concentration. The sight of him jars me; he’s wearing a pale blue shirt, open, as usual, at the collar, sleeves rolled up. His dark hair is freshly trimmed and styled. He looks too divine for words, and I can almost forget how pissed I am at him for a second. He looks like a model for Businessman ...