There were only answers that made me sound worse.
Because I wanted to hear her admit it.
Because I wanted to know if Callahan had scared her.
Because I wanted to know if he had humiliated her.
Because I wanted to know exactly what had put that look in her eyes before she slammed him into the mat.
And because, apparently, the thought of Callahan getting something from her that I hadn’t seen had made something ugly crawl up the back of my throat.
Fuck.
I shoved away from the wall hard enough that water sprayed across the tile.
No.
Fuck that.
Callahan was an asshole. I hated assholes. I hated misogynists. End of story.
Maddox laughed.
Actually f*****g laughed.
I scrubbed both hands over my face.
‘Shut up.’
‘Didn’t say anything.’
‘You didn’t need to.’
That only amused him more
