Out of the truck, I charged for the front door, and without knocking I burst inside, going straight for the kitchen. My eyes were flashing fire. But I stopped in my tracks and stared at the bewildered group. I had no idea what to say.
“What are you doing here?” Rys said, looking up, surprised to see my face. Thankfully, he didn’t have the loose strumpet in his lap, but I wasn’t so sure she hadn’t already been there.
“Shouldn’t you be home?” I managed to ask him, trying to hold back my anger. All these male faces and that cheaply made-up w***e staring at me, I was overawed.
“I should be home shortly,” he replied, “but you should be home in bed.” He stared at me with stern, unmoving eyes. He wasn’t happy, but then, neither was I.
“I don’t see much poker going on here,” I sassed at him.
