Abel

She's doing this shit on purpose. Laughing and grinning at Nolan as if she has no care in the world. Serves me right, though. She told me the ball was in my court, and I'm sitting here peeling the label on my beer bottle, instead of going out there and rightfully claiming what's mine. 

"How long are you going to sit here and steam?" Jasper asks, his eyes following mine. 

"I don't know," I shrug. "At this point it's a study in patience and ...