“Seriously?” He was trying to turn this on me.
“What?” Rowan’s eyes snapped up from his meal.
My anger spiked so fast, I nearly fell when I stood. “Get out.” My voice held the venom I felt.
“What?” He stood.
“If you are going to f*****g sit here and blame me when you are the one that has ignored all of my calls, my emails, my texts, you are going to f*****g blame me. Get the f**k out of my apartment.”
Rowan stared at me for a minute before he stood. He pulled out his phone and started to hit buttons. “Did you hear me?” I snarled, and he turned his phone screen to me.
“Look.” I stared at his face before my eyes flicked to his phone. It was our text chat. I read through the screen and stopped.
“That isn’t right.” I pulled out my phone and selected our chat log and showed him.
“Wh
