“There’s dirt on your boots.”
His eyes hardened, brows furrowed.
“The guys aren’t even wearing suits.”
I poked at rage already burrowed.
“I go out however I want.”
That much was true.
Every denied request was a taunt.
Another way to say fuck you.
“Please. It’s respectful.”
He jammed a ratty cap on his head.
I thought he was accidentally neglectful.
Marry him or leave him for dead?
“Your ...
