Zoey's POV 

  “Ha-hi.” I stammered as he idly glanced at me like I was some middle schooler who'd come knocking at a random house for some candy.

  I wasn't that short, honestly. If I wasn't standing before a 6-foot ex-athlete, I swear I wasn't.

  But typical Jake makes petite girls like me feel so small, so I stepped back in order to raise my head and meet his eyes without straining my neck.

  “Mrs. Gray is home, right? I have-

  “You haven't answered the fucking question, Zoey.” Hissing, he cut me off.

  “What the hell do you think you're doing at my house at this time of day with that?”...