At ten minutes to eleven that night, when I heard Damien’s car pull into the driveway, I turned up the stereo and blared Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’ as loud as it would go. I opened my door so he couldn’t miss it, and sat on the top step to await the inevitable.
I heard ‘Nooooooooo!’ right before I saw Damien stomping up the steps with determination.
“Something wrong, hon?” I innocently asked.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he yelled as he stalked by me to turn off the stereo.
I twisted around to look at him. “Would I do something like that? I’m not the devious one in this relationship. You’d better…hey!”
Damien pulled me up off the step and into his chest, holding me there in his arms as he glared at me.
“Relationship? Since when do we have a relationship, you annoying little man?
