I bore witness as Chris’ pretty face reddened, my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe she had actually slapped him.

“What the hell was that for?” He demanded after recovering from shock, his brows furrowed.

Even Carol blinked, almost as if she hadn’t realized what she’d done until the sound of the slap echoed back to her. For a heartbeat, she looked startled too. Then her chin lifted, gaze sharpening like she had decided not to regret.

“Get your gayish ass off me, Chris.” She ...