That asshole is a dead man. Worthless piece of s**t. What kind of man hits a woman?
I climb into my car, my foot slamming on the brake as I hit the start button and put it in drive. My tires kick up gravel as I speed out of the parking lot of the inn. The entire drive to the marina, all I envision is my fist slamming into his jaw and the satisfying crunch I'll hear. I’ll make sure he never touches her again.
I have no choice but to slow down as I roll through town, but once I’m out of the downtown area and closer to the marina, I kick it into high gear, racing into the parking lot before slamming on my brakes and stalking out of my car. I shed my suit jacket and toss it on the park bench that sits close to the marina. Porter’s just came in from gold crab season by the Aleutian Islands an
