“What the hell was that all about?" Mitch threw his napkin onto the table and stared at her, his eyes shooting flames.
Karla watched as Aimee skulked away, shoulders slumped, head bowed. Karla forced herself to swallow the dryness that took over her throat. Her heart hurt for her sister and what she just did to her. The feeling was almost as equal as the disgust she felt for what Aimee did to her.
“I asked you a question."
Aimee passed through the main doors and out of sight before Karla turned her focus back to Mitch. “I told you. No one dates both sisters."
“And you just thought that showing up here and telling her we f****d was the best way to end the date? She's your sister for crying out loud. Don't you think there was a better way to approach the subject? And you didn't even warn
