Mackenna wanted to scream with frustration at his comment. Of course, it was all Dulce’s fault, she grimaced angrily to herself. Heaven forbid the man take any responsibility for his own actions.
She folded her arms over her chest defensively, tightly closing her fists under her armpits lest he see how much she wanted to throw the right hook she had learned in the class she took with Savannah.
She took a breath and spoke as eloquently as she possibly could through a jaw which wanted to remain clenched tightly shut. “I saw you with your arms around her waist and dancing provocatively, grinding on each other. I thought I would be sick, and I had to look away. It was like watching a car accident and I couldn’t not look again. I looked back and she was kissing you and not a sweet peck on th
