THE DEVIL’S DEN
Whata freaking jerk! I spilled my heart out to him, practically begging for his help, and all he could say was, “Get out!” No explanation. Nothing! And he couldn’t just ask me politely. Compared to last time, he’d been as sweet as a Pitbull, which was a step up to this. To make matters worse, he had the nerve to carry me out and drop me dead center on my ass on the sidewalk, and his last words, “Go home, Freckles. I told you not to come back.” He then hailed a cab and left me there as he disappeared back into his damn bar. I didn’t understand why Ms. Noel sent me to him. She was wrong about this jackass. There was nothing nice about him. If you called self-absorbed and arrogant “nice” then I’d pass on this one. I didn’t need his lousy help anyhow.
That following week, we
