ANYTA'S POV
I’d misread it. Again. And this one was totally my fault, again.
“How are you so sure what just happened wasn't Everett’s doing?” I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to regain some dignity.
“Everett is extremely egotistic and you did hit him in my defence, Clay. He’d be obviously obsessed with getting revenge on us. Why wouldn't it be him?"
Clay gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. He looked grimmer than I’d ever seen him.
“Because,” he sighed, his voice low and dangerous. “Your ex-husband is still a trust fund brat at heart. He wouldn't know what to do with those kinds of men.”
Clay glanced at me, “he wouldn't even know where to find guys like that.”
“And you do?” I asked, my eyebrows arched.
“Yes.”
Clay swallowed hard, his jaw set lik
