Landon watches me with thoughtful eyes before his mouth turns to a frown. “He called you a bitch? Tonight?” I nod, and he sighs heavily, running his hand over his face. “I was saying hurtful things to him, too.” I hiccup. The heavy combination of wine and whiskey is going to haunt me tomorrow, I know it. “He shouldn’t call you out of your name—he’s a man and you’re a woman. It’s never okay, Tessa. Please don’t make excuses for him.”
Yes. Listen to Landon.
