Shaking with fury, I walked down the sidewalk to Susie's Café. Anger, hurt, and hatred filled me. Kurt made my life miserable in high school, even though he was best friends with my cousin. I didn't know how Larry could stand that guy. My nerves quivered and vibrated. I reached for the door handle at Susie's Café when a large hand closed over my shoulder. Clenching my fist, I spun around and threw my right fist.
Damien Allen’s hand engulfed my fist, stopping it inches from his nose. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"That's quite a right hook." He let go of my hand and reached around for the door handle.
"Sorry about that." I huffed and tossed my curls behind my shoulder. "I ran into Kurt Kisment at the law office. He just cooks my goose."
Damien said nothing and stared at me with his
