He parked beside Shawna’s rental car and heard angry voices through the door when he neared her motel room.
“Why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep yanking me around? Your booze is obviously more important to you than me, since you can’t—”
Slap.
Luke pounded on the door, and Alex yanked it open before he’d finished knocking. The teenager ducked around him, and Shawna tried to follow, but Luke blocked her way. She glanced up at him, and when she spoke, he could smell the alcohol on her breath. His lip curled in revulsion.
“You have no right to take him back yet,” she snarled.
“The court order says I have every right. Not even one drink, remember, Shawna? But from the stink on you, I’d say you’ve had several more than one.”
Luke didn’t give her an opportunity to retaliate an
