Chapter Seven
“Are you crazy?” Harold snapped, in her face, standing so close.
Suzanne knew Marcus was talking to the other woman, the crazed blonde, whom she still wanted to go another round with. She’d never strayed from a fight or hesitated when she needed to get in someone’s face, but she didn’t remember ever wanting to fight someone the way she did this woman.
“Look, just ask her,” Suzanne said. “She was being an absolute b***h, being unreasonable. I tried to reason with her, but she’s the one sticking up all these flyers, trying to stir up things and form a lynch mob who’ll show up on his doorstep and chase him out of town. She wouldn’t listen when I tried to set her straight on the facts—”
“That’s not your place!” he yelled.
Harold had never yelled at her before. He had her arm
