“Well, well,” an acidic feminine voice said, cutting through Callie’s conversation with Katrina.
“Uh-oh, b***h alert,” Katrina muttered.
When Callie glanced over her shoulder, she winced. Corrine was standing there, in a knockout lacy lingerie outfit. Her long skinny legs went on for miles and she could have been a supermodel, except for the sour look on her face.
“Get lost, kitty cat,” Corrine spat. “I have to talk to Wes’s new toy.”
Fury sparked the tinder inside Callie but she held off reacting. This was Wes’s world and she didn’t want to embarrass him. But she still needed to deal with this woman. Her bullying couldn’t go on forever.
“It’s fine, Katrina. Please tell Royce I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Okay.” Katrina touched her shoulder in a silent show of support.
Corrine seemed
