“You don’t want me. I heard you. I got the message.” “You clearly didn’t if that’s what you took from it,” he shot back, looking furious. When I didn’t respond, Johnny literally growled. “Fine, if you don’t want to hash this out, then I won’t say another word,” he announced, throwing his hands up in the air. “Is that what you want, Shannon?” “That’s what I want, Johnny,” I whispered. “Suit yourself,” he bit out, starting the engine again. “I give up.”
