“f**k, f**k, f**k,” she slapped the dash of Amelia’s car as they drove away from Cam and Portia.
“Isabella, what is your problem?” Amelia asked. “You just beat someone in a stupid street fight and impressed your arch nemesis. Also, your boyfriend will have an erection for weeks.”
“He wasn’t supposed to find out I can fight, and I don’t care if I impressed Portia.”
She shrugged, “I mean you have a black belt in Karate. It’s not a secret, is it?”
Amelia had seen her get into more than one street fight since they were kids. They were certainly less frequent as they’d gotten older, and Amelia had simply taken her ability to defend herself as the lessons she’d taken from Edward and Clara in Karate.
But she told herself angrily, Cam was someone who fought and trained for a living. In fact,
