“Are you all right?” I demanded. “I’m fine,” she muttered, more anger in her voice than fear. She glared to where Sharon rocked on the ground, clutching at her face. “Bitch tried to sucker punch me.” Was it any wonder that I loved her? A grin pulled at my mouth, then I glanced to where the guys were almost done taking out the trash. Rachel stalked forward to stand next to us, just as red and blue flashing lights lit us all up. “Well,” she said. “This is a shit show.”
