Chapter Fourteen
He caught up with me at the front door, still dusting splinters of glass off himself. “Wonder where she gets that temper.”
”Can’t say I blame her,” I replied. “You were a bit of a dick.”
I pushed the button to open the door, and we exited onto the street. I was trying to remember which side of the building contained Charmaine’s balcony. We weren’t out of the woods yet.
Stevie looked at me in dismay. “Are you serious? You’re blaming me for that?”
I looked up at his pained features, realizing just how big he was. I couldn’t imagine that he’d been chased out of buildings by many women. “You had to open your big mouth about last night. I still can’t remember what actually happened. Still feels like some kind of dream. Which is rapidly becoming a nightmare.”
“I didn’t for
