“What are you talking about? I haven’t been on a date with Bob!”
Barnett pulled out his phone and, after a few angry swipes, shoved it in my face.
“Then what’s this?”
My jaw dropped at the headline running across the top of the webpage:
FITNESS VLOGGER AND CELEBRITY STYLIST ANNA LEONARD CAUGHT ON DATE WITH EX-HUSBAND
Below the headline was a picture of Bob kissing me at the café where we had lunch the day before. What the picture didn’t show was how I tried to reach for my pepper spray or pummeled him with my purse for touching me.
Now, the entire incident made sense. The kissing, the hand-holding, Bob meeting up with the reporter afterwards. He had set me up.
I pushed the phone back at Barnett.
“All of that…all of that is taken out of context,” I said as I struggled to ch
