“I can throw him out if you want me to,” Bill said, frowning. “Sorry, Dev, but someone’s got to look out for Sharlee.”
“I understand perfectly.”
They turned to her for agreement. She longed to smack them both. Instead, she marched to the stairs leading to her second-floor apartment. “I don’t care what either one of you do. Excuse me, I’m going to go slit my wrists now. I’d appreciate it if you’d just leave me alone.”
She stomped angrily up the stairs.
Bill looked at Dev. “She was joking, right?”
“Right. I’ll go along to make sure, though.”
SHE ALMOST SUCCEEDED in slamming the door in Dev’s face, but like a door-to-door salesman, he managed to wedge a toe inside.
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