He had a grin on his face. “I’m sorry, Quinci, but you needed to know what kind of man you were—” I slapped him across his face as hard as I could. “That’s for using my family’s business as a gotcha instead of coming to me as a friend. You can’t still be in love with me and hurting me, trying to hurt someone else.” Both Justice and Fiona looked taken aback while I stomped toward my clothes.
