“One day at a time … I’m not bringing my stuff back until I decide if I can live with you again. You’ll have to send Jefferson for clothes as I need them or crack out your credit card because I’m not making any long-term plans to be here.” I stick my chin up defiantly and turn on my heel. I catch the slight smirk on his face out of the corner of my eye and storm through to the bedroom, yanking off his T-shirt and reaching for my clothes. I try to ignore the satisfaction he thinks ...