"I know what your real problem is." Tory spat. "You want Lee. You want him—and not as a family friend, not as a brother. He may not be able to see how you look at him, but I do! Am I right, Rosalind? You want him the way a woman wants a lover! "
"You're sick!" Roz said. "Lee, let's get out of here!"
Lee reached out his hands and Roz took them. He yanked away from her. "Tory?" She brushed past Rosalind and gave Lee her hands. Then she glared at the woman who no longer held a superior look on her face, who now looked scared and filled with anguish.
"The novelty is going to run out for her, just like it did for all of the others-"
"Don't do this here-" he said.
"Family will be here when she isn't! I'll be here, like I've always been here."
He scratched his head. "Roz...you're married.
