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Cole pushed the button four times before it buzzed and he was let into the building. He had to see her, to prove to himself and Clarence that she wasn’t the person Clarence accused her of being. She couldn’t be.
He nearly sighed in relief when he saw her in the doorway to her apartment. Then he noticed her hard expression, her crossed arms, and her aggressive stance. She hadn’t looked that angry since the morning she threw him out over a week ago.
That could not be good.
“What’s wrong?”
She laughed mirthlessly. “That’s what you have to say? Really?”
The venom dripping from her voice put his already anxious self further on edge. He hadn’t ever heard her so angry, even when she thought he was accusing her of being a hooker.
“I came here to get your side of it.”
“My side of it? Rea
