“Clint, that woman is bat-s**t crazy," Bonnie's voice trilled through the phone. “She actually came to my workplace to attack me. What kind of woman do you have around our daughter?"
Clint took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. Bonnie's complaint had to be some kind of joke; some fabrication Bonnie dreamed up to have something to b***h to him about Aimee. Aimee was just not the type to go after anyone, especially where they worked. “I highly doubt she attacked you, Bonnie. That's just not Aimee's style." Ben stood in the doorway of the house, leaning on the doorframe, arms across his chest as he listened in on Clint's call. Not much privacy around a job site. Clint rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the man, turning his back to him.
“Well then, what do you call it? She c
