Lina's POV
When I returned to Crestview later that evening, I saw Jasper waiting outside my building.
My brow furrowed immediately. He'd never been the type to show up uninvited. Why was he suddenly so persistent?
Jasper leaned against his black Mercedes, a cigarette between his fingers. He rarely smoked—I'd only seen him do it a handful of times in all the years I'd known him.
Several crushed butts littered the ground near his feet. He'd been waiting a while.
I approached slowly, keeping my voice polite but distant. "Jasper, it's late. Is something wrong?"
His voice came out rough, almost pleading. "Can we try again? Please?"
I closed my eyes briefly, forcing down my frustration and exhaustion. "Jasper, we're done. We've been over for a while now."
"Over? I agree
