CHAPTER FIVE
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We drove home in silence. When Bryce wheeled into the garage, he turned off the engine, but we both stayed in our seats. Then he took a deep breath. “What is going on between you and Corrigan?”
I shrugged and moved to get out of the car. Bryce reached out and hauled me back.
“What?” I glared and shoved off his hand. I got out and stormed into the house only to curse when I heard the doorbell ring.
“Not funny!” I shouted and ignored it to go into the kitchen. As I opened the fridge and reached for a beer, Bryce asked as he turned the corner, “What's not funny?”
I ignored him, opened the beer, and tipped my head back for a long drink.
And the doorbell rang again.
Bryce looked towards it. “What the hell?”
“I thought that was you.”
“I'm having flashbacks to Mena
