Chapter 174: What the Hell Did you Do?

Clare Cunningham, daughter of Theresa Washington, is forgettable. Everyone who doesn't meet the Cunningham definition of acceptable isn't worthy of his time.

"What happened? What did I do to upset you?" Grant pleads, but it only intensifies my cries as the minutes pass.

The cab slows. I take my head off Grant's shoulder and pretend I didn't get his suit jacket wet from my crying. I don't wait for Grant to pay before I jump out of the cab with my fingers crossed Drew is home.

The heavy wooden door bangs on the wall as I shove it open and call out to the empty living room. It takes me three more times before Drew runs out into our shared hallway, his eyes wild ready to take on an attacker.

I fall into his arms and Drew squeezes me to his bare chest. "What the hell did you do?" One hand releases me and flies toward Grant hitting him in the upper chest.

Grant takes a step back. "I don't know. Everything was fine and then she started crying. Ran from the restaurant."