Lance realized that, too, because he got up as well, glaring at us all the while. “Don’t think this is all we have to say on the subject — ”
“I doubt it is,” I retorted, too angry to care about the way I’d cut him off, something I would normally never dare to do. “But we’re not going to stick around to listen to it.”
Since I knew I couldn’t come up with a better exit line than that, I took Logan by the hand and stalked out of the family room. I didn’t even want to waste the time to put on my coat, but instead slung it over my arm as he did the same.
I could hear Lance’s and my mother’s footsteps following us, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid one last confrontation. My hand was on the doorknob as I heard my mother say,
“Grace, please. Stay and talk about this.”
Reluctantly, I let
