“Trish, stop!” Wade yelled. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
I wiggled my elbow free and slammed him in the gut, getting a satisfying oopmph’ as all the air left his lungs “Coulda fooled me!”
“No need to get violent, Miss Penchant,” Cumat called. “I’ll have to call security.” He looked at Wade, then back to me, tangled on the floor and glaring. “You two know each other?”
“Yes,” we said in unison. I sneered at Wade, just to let him know that I didn’t appreciate us being on the same page.
“And you don’t get along?”
“No!” we chorused again.
“He tried to kill me,” I spat out. Security or no security, I was not letting him get the drop on me again. Not now that I knew what he wanted, even if I didn’t know why.
“I didn’t try, I did!” Wade yelled back. “How are you here?”
His admission was lik
