Do it, I dare her silently. Ask me. Have mercy and just f*****g ask me so Idon’t have to hide this s**t anymore.
In the end, though, she doesn’t. She climbs off her stool and makes for theexit.
The smart thing to do would be to let her go. But she’s gone and ignited myrage all over again. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire—and I’m burning justlike my building did.
So as she passes by me, I snag her arm and reel her into my side. She’s eyelevel with me, and her green irises are flaming every bit as bright as mineare.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl. “Just because you live here doesn’tmean you know s**t about Bee or me or our relationship.”
She tries to free her arm from my grip, but I just dig my fingers in deeper.Her lips are pressed together in a hard line and she k
