If words could shoot glass barbs, mine were laced with enough anger to make it happen. “Because this is where I live.” He slid out of the car, walked around to open my door. Add sarcastic bastard to his list of unforgiveable personality flaws. “No shit, but it’s not where I live.” His incredulity was astounding if he thought I was staying with him after the way he’d treated me. “Tonight it is.” He left me sitting in the car, and walked with a casual pace up the stairs and inside. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t driving me home. My first thought was to pull out my cellphone to call McKayla and ask her to bring me some gas, but I was way too angry to let him off that easily. He was getting a big piece of my mind before I left! Stomping up the stairs, I walked inside, seeing his form already at the top of the staircase. I followed him to his office and slammed the door behind me, not knowing if any staff members were still awake. “You’ve got some fucking nerve!”
