“Over my dead f*****g body,” he says in a dangerously low voice.
“Not really your choice. I haven’t memorized Riley’s and you separated us. My phone is in his car. Unless I call,” I pause and look at my hand then continue with a smile. “Joseph.”
“And how do you think you would call either?”
“I’m sure this place has a phone.”
“Good luck getting to it,” he threatens.
“What the f**k do you suggest I do then?”
“Why the f**k would you ride with Riley anyway? Did you not learn anything? And why would you leave your phone in his car?”
“He wouldn’t have left me again if you wouldn’t have snatched me away,” I accuse, poking a finger into his chest. “And I didn’t exactly plan on the cops showing up, did I?”
“You should always plan and prepare for any outcome. And I won’t apologize fo
