CHAPTER 11
MIAMichael tensed and swore under his breath, peering back at Linda, who continued to stumble over to us. Everyone in the entire bar stared over at her, and I couldn’t imagine how embarrassing this must’ve been for Michael.
I grasped his hand tighter, wrapping my fingers around his palm. “Michael, she’s trying to get you angry,” I whispered to him, but it was too late.
Michael was already fuming at her, his eyes cold, cheeks red with anger. “Are you following us?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t know you were here,” Linda claimed. “I just wanted to come get a drink. This is my favorite place to get drunk, think about better times when my husband wasn’t such a prick and didn’t prey on little girls.”
I glared at her. Michael had said she was his problem, but she was
