CHAPTER 28
WHEN I OPENED the door, a vision in blonde hair extensions stood before me. Petite, pretty in an artificial sort of way, and obviously pregnant.
She put her hands on her hips. “Are you Callie Shawcross?”
“Yes—”
Before I could get out “And you are?” she slapped me hard across the cheek.
“What the…?”
“You slut!”
How did having slept with two men, ever, qualify me as a slut?
“Perhaps you’d care to explain?” I said through gritted teeth.
“Did you or did you not go out with Bryce Featherstone last night?”
How did she know that?
“Well, yes, but…”
She raised her hand again, but this time I managed to grab her wrist before she made contact.
“Owwww!” she yowled. “You’re hurting my arm.”
“Stop hitting me!”
“Stop stealing my fiancé!”
Her…fiancé?
“What the hell are you talk
