We were eye-to-eye, and, oh, I wanted to break that surgically straightened nose of hers. A movement behind her in the door caught my attention. Derek, face full of fury, hovered in the doorway. I shook my head slightly, but he didn’t budge. Then Jane was pulling at his arm. Pushing him. And when that didn’t work, she jumped on his back and clamped an arm around his neck.
