"And never wear this disgusting outfit again."
Sandra saw red at the mention of clothes. "Jackie, why did you trash all the outfits Welby gave me?"
He shrugged. "Trashy."
"You—"
"What? Can't let go?" He grabbed her arm roughly, scrubbing hard enough to make her yelp through the fabric. "Ow! That hurts!"
"Mrs. Champion," he drawled, releasing her slowly as if savoring the title, "this makes twice now you've met that lowlife alone."
Lowlife?
The man had a bottomless well of insults.
But Sandra caught the dangerous edge in his voice and swallowed her retort.
Jackie smirked at her silence. "Good riddance to those rags."
"Funny," she shot back, "since this morning you were lecturing me about my 'pitiful orphan upbringing.' So yes, it hurts when you trash those gifts."
"The gifts—or t
