“I’m sorry, Briny. That was nasty. But didn’t you deserve it, accusing me of God knows what? I have nothing against Natalie. I like her.” Byron reached across her legs and slammed the door shut. The glare on his white face was frightening. “One minute. You tell Hugh Cleveland—you be sure to tell him, Madeline—that if I ever find out he’s done anything to you, I’ll come after him and I’ll put him in a hospital.”
