CHAPTER FIVE
I skipped supper, shot another hour at the pool table, and even watched a movie.
My mind was reeling, but I couldn’t bring myself to call Bryce or Corrigan to find out what was going on.
It pissed me off because I wasn’t relaxed, laughing, or being satisfied.
I was anxious, pissy, and tense. All three emotions that I hated.
When the doorbell rang at 10:32 that night, I shot off the couch and raced upstairs.
Instead of seeing Corrigan or Bryce, I opened the door in surprise to find Denton Steele. He grinned at me and skimmed his eyes up and down my body. I had changed to a skimpy tank-top with no bra and pajama bottoms that rested low on my hips. Coral toenails peeked from underneath. I brushed my hair behind my ears. The slight movement teased my shoulders and I felt goo
