JAKE'S POV

My phone buzzed again, vibrating against the passengers seat where I had placed it out of frustration, I glanced at the screen for the third time in ten minutes. It was the same name.

Claire.

“Can't she understand that I don't want to pick the call”, I muttered as I swiped to decline the call.

For someone who loved to talk, she sure didn’t get the hint when I wasn’t in the mood.

The LA traffic was its usual nightmare, and my mind was still stuck somewhere over the Atlantic, replaying the mess I’d left behind in Italy.

The last thing I needed was a deep dive into...