“Baby . . .” she bites out, interrupting me. “If I think you’re not mine, I might make a scene. Be very careful what you say next.” Her hard voice cuts into my ear, the sudden threat a surprise. And I smile, despite myself. I do like Clay’s jealousy. “Are you threatening me?” I gibe. “You haven’t seen what I can do yet.” “Oh, I know what you can do.”
