Chapter 7
Abby slammed her phone down onto the couch. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Mark didn’t sigh. He didn’t even roll his eyes. He wanted to. Abby didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. She’d be thinking the same thing under the circumstances. Instead, he just raised one bushy eyebrow. “How are those ribs feeling, sugar lips?”
“My ribs are fine. The bandages itch. I’m fine, Mark. It’s just a graze. Not only is Creepy Stalker Boy a creepy stalker, but he’s a lousy shot.” She glowered at the phone. “Cop Shot in Wild Seaport Gun Battle. That rag needs to be shut down, like tomorrow.”
“The first amendment is for other people, I suppose.” Paige edged closer to her.
Abby blushed. “Sorry. Shutting down a newspaper because it exaggerated something might be a litt
