"I'll be nice and let you have my muffin today."
Trisha attempted to smile at Steve. "I'm not hungry, but thanks."
She wasn't at all in the mood to make a statement today. Her head throbbed and she felt like an utter i***t for the entire ordeal. Wayne and Steve had joked about it, trying to tease her into feeling better even though they must've been worried. She'd known them all her life and Wayne was like a second father.
But it was Nick who royally pissed her off.
Last night, he cooed like she was a helpless female, then insulted her by implying she couldn't handle herself. Now, he barely glanced her way and acted as if he wasn't in the same station house with her. She despised games.
"So, I guess the last thing left to do is decide if you want to press charges."
Trisha tore her
