“I don't know what you're talking about.” I grabbed my towel, brushed past her, and walked out of the bathroom.
She was right behind me, furiously. “The hell you don't! I'm not a fool, Vince. I know what I saw…”
“...me, taking a goddamn shower. That's what you saw.” I took out my briefs and put them on hastily.
“No!” She stomped her foot. “I saw you zoning out. Your mind was wandering and you had such an emotional and heavy look in your eyes. The kinda look that says you're thinking about a girl…”
I refused to indulge in whatever this was. Grabbing my shirt and pushing it down my head, I didn't even glance at her. I put on my pants and grabbed my car keys.
I need to get out of here.
“Where the hell do you think you're going?!” She blocked my path, spreading out her hands.
“Vane
