In an instant, the argument was no longer Bella and the girl’s. It was his. Gerry narrowed his eyes and focused on Bella. Then he threw her words right back at her. “You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous?” Bella laughed and shook chunks of ice out of her shirt. “Of a tart like you? Hardly.”
Gerry shrugged. “It’s all right, Bella. I understand. I’d get cranky if Mark wasn’t paying attention to me, too.”
Still seated on the floor between the two seats, still doing her best to pick stray bits of ice off of her skin, Bella looked up and smiled coldly. “Not paying attention to me? Come on now, Fawn. Who do you think was sucking his dick for him while you slept the sleep of an angel last night?” She rose to her knees and patted the bench beside Mark. “Surely you don’t think he saves it all for you?”