CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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THE FURIOUS KNOCKS on the door made her heart practically jump out of her chest. She was afraid to go and open it, but the banging on the door didn’t seem to stop. She dashed there with angry steps, forgetting about her fear.
She looked through the peephole. McNamara was scowling ferociously and his eyes had turned hard. He’d started bellowing by the time she reached for the doorknob.
“Open the door, at once, Bryony. I know you’re there.”
“Only if you calm down,” she replied in a steely voice. “I’ve had enough today and I won’t take your mood now. Consider I’m not at my best either,” she added, quarrelsome as ever when it came to him.
“I’m calm,” he said quietly. “Now open the damn door.”
Bryony sighed but opened the door. A smile perched on her lips wh
