“I’ll talk the way I wanna fuckin’ talk.” He snatches a can of beer from the fridge. “I’m a grown fuckin’ man. As for the damn car, I don’t have the fuckin’ money to—”
My chair scrapes loudly as I push back from the table and stand. Emma and Ben turn to me at the same time. My hands clench into fists, just like Josh’s, and for a moment, the desire to use them is tempting.
But Ben and Emma aren’t the only ones who are watching me. Reagan, Caroline, and Josh are staring at me with wide eyes. And everyone is holding their breaths.
I look right at Ben, trusting that he can read the threat in my eyes even if I can’t say what I want to say to him. “Where’s the car?”
He blinks stupidly. “What?”
“The car. You said it died on you. Where is it now?”
He clears his throat to hide a burp. “Oh, ri
