The former and the current

Nancy I went to open the door completely innocent of who I was going to see there, I wouldn't have thought in a million years that it would be Bruce standing there in front of the door. And he was looking me up and down like I was a cheap whore for only wearing a t-shirt and nothing else with my legs exposed.

“Nancy?” He found it strange, and there was repulsion in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a rapid voice. What did he think he was doing coming after me? “What do you mean, what am I doing here? I came to get you, right? Go get your things; the helicopter is still on,” he ordered, entering the house. But I stood in front of him, preventing him from entering. “If you want to enter by force, I’ll call the police,” I warned with my furious eyes. “Are you crazy, woman? Get out of my way!" he sent. “This isn't your home, Bruce Morton. So if you don't want to go to jail for trespassing, it's better not to go in without permission,” I insisted, standing firmly in his way