Bryan knew that Alex was Becka’s brother because she had shown him the man's picture the night before.
“You should leave Ariel alone, Jay. And, you, Becka, you should think a little better about the kind of people you get involved with.”
“I should? I should think a little better?” Becka’s voice increased in intensity. “How dare you talk about Bryan like that, you, moron? He’s ten times better than you.”
By now she was shouting, and Bryan noticed that a few knick-knacks took off and swirled to the floor, followed by a few pillows off a sofa. However, nobody cared. Probably, such scenes were usual occurrence around there.
“Becka, baby,” Bryan touched her arm and tried to soothe her, but she wouldn’t have it.
Becka turned to the mob. With her hands fisted on her hips, she said, “Bryan is
