“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper as I drag Blake toward the door. “What the hell are you doing?” he fires back. “I’m enjoying talking to a very nice man, and you’re being very rude.” “Him.” He huffs. “He’s as far from a nice man as I’ve ever met.” “You don’t even know him,” I scoff. “Come on, Rebecca.” He rolls his eyes as we arrive at the front doors. “Your douchedar cannot be that way off.”
