“You called me Denver in that alley. You called me Denver in my truck. You will only call me Denver from now on, is that clear?” “I—” “Is that clear?” I asked, bending my head as my fingers tightened. Her eyes flashed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” “Baby, I’ll gladly take you over my knee if need be.” She froze, and I pulled back from her face. “Pack your shit. I have to make a call.”
