Confession #25: Hey, I had to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt Reese!
Riker didn’t realize I was following him until it was too late. Glancing around when he heard me approaching fast, his eyes went wide a split second before I grabbed a handful of the back of his shirt and propelled him forward—a lot more roughly than I had Reese—into the men’s bathroom.
“What the f**k?” he started, scowling and shoving away from me as soon as I let go of him.
I glanced around to make sure we were alone before I shoved him into the wall. I had let him shove me around plenty when we’d been at the Country Club and I couldn’t shove back without risking my job. So I figured I owed him a couple.
“Just so we’re clear,” I growled into his face, “I never f****d your mother. Ever.”
“Get off me,” he spat, try
