Chapter Seven
I started Velma and headed back to Miller’s Cove. The silence in the van settled like a thick fog blanketing us all.
“ Phee,” Juliet said in a tentative voice. “You want to talk about it?”
“ What’s there to talk about?” I said bitterly. “One minute Clint is Mr. I Don’t Want a Commitment, and the next he comes off like Mr. I Own This Woman. Men!” I slammed the steering wheel with my fist. Velma’s horn gave a bleat of protest.
“ He’s worries about you, Phee,” Wade said. “He wants you to be safe.”
“ Don’t you dare take his side! Take these here little women home and lock them in a broom closet,” I mimicked Clint’s deep baritone voice. “The nerve! Well, this little woman has had enough of his games.”
“ Huzzah!” Juliet cheered. “Go Phee! Go Phee! It’s your birthday! It’
