Lucas’s POV
Having Harper close the door in my face actually felt worse than having her yell at me. It felt like she was cutting me off—again!
I fought back the urge to tear the door off its hinges from the anger that refused to leave my system. Yes, I was still heated over our argument from earlier. But I would have been lying if I said that I didn’t feel disheartened.
As ridiculous as it may have sounded, it felt like she was using this sudden case to avoid speaking with me. Of course, she would have likely argued that we weren’t ‘speaking’ but merely shouting at one another.
Harper needed to understand the severity of her actions and the possible consequences that the two of us could be facing. I tried to hear her out when she was explaining her situation before, but my anger was
