Four
Phoebe reacted instinctively to Earl’s hand on her shoulder. She grabbed it and in one smooth movement twisted around to face him. This turned his hand under and forced him away from her. His muffled exclamation turned to a yelp when she pushed his hand up between his shoulder blades and shoved him into the wall, using her knee to hold him there.
“You got two seconds to explain what you’re doing in my house,” she growled into his ear.
He cussed, the words muffled by his proximity to the wall.
“That’s not an explanation.”
This violation of her space had adrenaline singing through her bloodstream in an out-of-control flood. She twisted her fingers in his hair and shoved his face into the wallboard, then went to jerk his head back for round two. Instead of his head jerking back, the
