I let the shower run for longer than I should have. I was prune-y long before I felt clean.
Mags stayed with me, bringing a bit of fresh perspective with her. The question that had been playing in my mind was, why was Bethany lashing out now? What had I done to put me back on her radar? The only thing I could think of was that someone had seen me leave in Michael's car earlier that week, and for some godforsaken reason, she had issues with it.
Sure he was hot, and wealthy, and kind, and the Grecian version of gorgeous... but was he truly on her radar? I hadn't even seen her talk to him? I mean, how could she wish this kind of t*****e on someone? What kind of sadist did that?
The time to leave came entirely too soon. I wanted more time to lick my wounds, but duty called. Thankfull
