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Jenna’s hand gripped her seatbelt as a safety line.
“He’s soooo handsome when he’s angry,” Zoey cooed.
“Are you insane?” June barked. “He’s about ready to fry us on the griddle, and you’re mooning over him.”
“He’s only mad at Jenna,” Zoey replied.
“Jenna,” his snarling voice warned. “Get out now.”
“Do you think that’s wise?” Mary asked Jenna, gripping the steering wheel as she ducked from Greyson’s laser stare.
Jenna slipped off her seatbelt and poked her head around Mary. “I’m going to find my brother. I’ll come back after.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Greyson stated, stalking Mary’s window. Mary pressed back into her seat to avoid him.
“I was just going to stop at the police department.”
“Call them.”
She could do that, she supposed. But he was being a little too authoritat
