Doug.
So that’s his name.
The douche bag that abandoned Phil and left Katarina in all that debt—why did Phil stop me from beating him up?
I should’ve hit him harder.
Scuffing my feet the whole way home, I found myself thinking about turning around and going back. Thank God I’d hesitated outside last time. I’d been thinking about ducking around the side of the house, climbing in the window, heading up to his bedroom—and then the front door had swung open and I heard Phil shouting.
Doug.
Grimacing, I stopped again, thinking about turning back. What if Doug came back?
But Katarina is home now.
I’d gone around the back to make sure it was her vehicle parked in the driveway.
No sign of Doug.
He’s lucky too. He would’ve caught these hands on
