“Pleasure to meet you all.” I turned and looked at CJ. “Most of you.” He clenched his fist and let a derisive sneer slip. “Bullshit.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’d know a little something about that, wouldn’t you, cowboy?” Murmurs rose from the table as I turned and stomped toward the door. CJ’s shout caught me by surprise. “You don’t get to storm out. I’m the one who gets to storm out.” “Well, we don’t always get what we want, do we?” I snapped. Cassandra snickered. “I like her already.”
