I heard Summer mumble something under her breath, and her voice came out dazed and bitter. She murmured, "No way. How did someone like Blaire catch Mr. Mendes' eye? She's not even in his league."
She spoke so quietly that I could barely make out the words.
But Wayne heard her perfectly, and his response came swift and cutting. He said flatly, "Blaire's amazing. I'm the lucky one here. Who the hell are you to judge her? You're not worth a single hair on her head."
Summer's face went rigid. Being called out like that in front of everyone brought a visible flash of rage and jealousy to her eyes.
But Wayne was the one who'd said it, and she didn't dare cross him. She swallowed every ounce of fury building inside her, and her expression twisted into something ugly.
If this had happened bef
