Marching Joey through the crowd and out the back exit, I feel the rage vibrating through her body. We step into the cool night air, and as soon as I release my grip on her, she spins on her heel and slaps me across the face so hard that I bite my lip. Running my tongue over the inside of my mouth, I taste blood. Brat! “What the hell was that?” she shouts. “He was old enough to be your father.” Her beautiful face twists into a scowl. “So? He was just talking to me.” “He was holding onto your fucking ass like it was his personal property.” She folds her arms across her chest. “You are
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