Hazel
Jarvis was the last person I expected to see.
I dropped low immediately, using the car door for cover. My heart keeps thudding. Through the window, I could see him standing with Betty on the front step, talking easily. Betty kept glancing around, her body doing that thing it does when she's nervous.
Sparks of anger surged through my veins, boiling, running from my neck straight to my fists as I imagined pinning him against his car and unleashing a barrage of punches until he couldn't walk straight.
That truck over there is ours.
I met him completely broken. For a moment, I thought he came from a humble home, but no! His stubborn pride or whatever kept him from asking his brother for help.
His father owned a company. His brother had connections. The pride that kept him from aski
