“What’s that?” An undercurrent of irritation flickers within me at the memory of the bus ride home. “You need to deal with Preston because if he touches you like that again, I’m going to break his fingers, and that might interfere with his career plans.” “Touches me?” Her forehead crinkles in confusion. “You mean, on the bus? Preston was trying to make me feel better so I didn’t throw up all over the aisle. For everyone’s sake. He wasn’t doing anything different than Claire or Julianna would have.”
